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One Of Two Things Is Usually Lacking In The So-called Philosophy Of Art: Either Philosophy Or Art.

When The Author Has No Idea Of What To Reply To A Critic, He Then Likes To Say: You Could Not Do It Better Anyway. This Is The Same As If A Dogmatic Philosopher Reproached A Skeptic For Not Being Able To Devise A System.

The Naive Which Is Simultaneously Beautiful, Poetic, And Idealistic, Must Be Both Intention And Instinct. The Essence Of Intention, In This Sense, Is Freedom. Consciousness Is Far From Intention. There Is A Certain Enamoured Contemplation Of One's Own Naturalness Or Silliness Which Itself Is Unspeakably Silly. Intention Does Not Necessarily Require A Profound Calculation Or Plan.

Most Thoughts Are Only Profiles Of Thoughts. They Must Be Inverted And Synthesized With Their Antipodes. Thus Many Philosophical Writings Become Very Interesting Which Would Not Have Been So Otherwise.

As The Ancient Commander Addressed His Soldiers Before Battle, So Should The Moralist Speak To Men In The Struggle Of The Era.