We Have Art So That We Shall

Art Furnishes Us With Eyes And Hands And Above All The Good Conscience To Be Able To Turn Ourselves Into Such A Phenomenon.

How Can Anyone Become A Thinker Unless He Spends At Least A Third Of Every Day Away From Passions, People, And Books?

Instruments And Playthings Are Sense And Spirit: Behind Them There Is Still The Self. The Self Seeketh With The Eyes Of The Senses, It Hearkeneth Also With The Ears Of The Spirit.

The Strongest And Most Evil Spirits Have To Date Advanced Mankind The Most: They Always Rekindled The Sleeping Passions - All Orderly Arranged Society Lulls The Passions To Sleep; They Always Reawakened The Sense Of Comparison, Of Contradiction, Of Delight In The New, The Adventurous, The Untried; They Compelled Men To Set Opinion Against Opinion, Ideal Plan Against Ideal Plan.

The Spirit Of The Poet Craves Spectators... Even If Only Buffaloes.