Every Form Of Life Is In Its

Poetry Can Be Criticized Only Through Poetry. A Critique Which Itself Is Not A Work Of Art, Either In Content As Representation Of The Necessary Impression In The Process Of Creation, Or Through Its Beautiful Form And In Its Liberal Tone In The Spirit Of The Old Roman Satire, Has No Right Of Citizenship In The Realm Of Art.

Life Is Writing. The Sole Purpose Of Mankind Is To Engrave The Thoughts Of Divinity Onto The Tablets Of Nature.

The History Of Imitation Of The Older Literature, Particularly Abroad, Has Among Other Advantages This One, That The Important Concepts Of Unintentional Parody And Passive Wit Can Be Deduced From It Most Easily And Comprehensively.

In England, Wit Is At Least A Profession, If Not An Art. Everything Becomes Professional There, And Even The Rogues Of That Islandare Pedants. So Are The "wits" There Too. They Introduce Into Reality Absolute Freedom Whose Reflection Lends A Romantic And Piquant Air To Wit, And Thus They Live Wittily; Hence Their Talent For Madness. They Die For Their Principles.

Just As A Child Is Really A Thing That Wants To Become A Man, So Is The Poem An Object Of Nature That Wants To Become An Object Ofart.