The Badge Of Honesty Is Simplicity.

Philosophy Is Properly Home-sickness; The Wish To Be Everywhere At Home.

To Get To Know A Truth Properly, One Must Polemicize It.

Humanity Is The Higher Meaning Of Our Planet, The Nerve That Connects This Part Of It With The Upper World, The Eye It Raises To Heaven.

Everything At A Distance Turns Into Poetry; Distant Mountains, Distant People, Distant Events; All Become Romantic.

The Art Of Writing Books Is Not Yet Invented. But It Is At The Point Of Being Invented. Fragments Of This Nature Are Literary Seeds. There May Be Many An Infertile Grain Among Them: Nevertheless, If Only Some Come Up!