Art Is Essentially The Affirmation, The Blessing,

Assuming That Rapture Is Nature's Play With Man, The Dionysian Artist's Creative Activity Is The Play With Rapture.

A Woman May Very Well Form A Friendship With A Man, But For This To Endure, It Must Be Assisted By A Little Physical Antipathy.

We Take A Fancy To Something: And Scarcely Have We Thoroughly Taken A Fancy To It When That Tyrant In Us Calls Out: "give Me Thatin Sacrifice"--and We Give It.

The Priest Knows, As Every One Knows, That There Is No Longer Any "god," Or Any "sinner," Or Any "saviour" That "free Will" And The "moral Order Of The World" Are Lies : Serious Reflection, The Profound Self Conquest Of The Spirit, Allow No Man To Pretend That He Does Not Know It.

The Suffering Of Genius And Its Value. The Artistic Genius Desires To Give Pleasure, But If His Mind Is On A Very High Plane He Does Not Easily Find Anyone To Share His Pleasure; He Offers Entertainment But Nobody Accepts It. That Gives Him, In Certain Circumstances, A Comically Touching Pathos; For He Has No Right To Force Pleasure On Men. He Pipes, But None Will Dance: Can That Be Tragic?