God Knows Better Than We Do What

The Flesh Is The Upper Surface Of The Unknown.

Every Bird Which Flies Has The Thread Of The Infinite In Its Claw.

What Is History? An Echo Of The Past In The Future; A Reflex From The Future On The Past.

The Drama Is Complete Poetry. The Ode And The Epic Contain It Only In Germ; It Contains Both Of Them In A State Of High Development, And Epitomizes Both.

Despotism Is A Long Crime.