The Brains -the Thinking Organs- Are The

We Touch Heaven When We Lay Our Hand On A Human Body!

The World Must Become Romanticized, And In That Way We Find Again Its Original Meaning For Us.

The Ideal Of Morality Has No More Dangerous Rival Than The Ideal Of Highest Strength, Of Most Powerful Life. It Is The Maximum Of The Savage.

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

The Normal Present Connects The Past And The Future Through Limitation. Contiguity Results, Crystallization By Means Of Solidification. There Also Exists, However, A Spiritual Present That Identifies Past And Future Through Dissolution, And This Mixture Is The Element, The Atmosphere Of The Poet.