The Highest Good And Solely Useful Is

Religion Can Emerge In All Forms Of Feeling: Here Wild Anger, There The Sweetest Pain; Here Consuming Hatred, There The Childlike Smile Of Serene Humility.

One Has Only As Much Morality As One Has Philosophy And Poetry.

The Meanest Authors Have At Least This Similarity With The Great Author Of Heaven And Earth, That They Usually Say After A Completed Day Of Work: "and Behold, What He Had Done Was Good.

Some Speak Of The Public As If It Were Someone With Whom They Have Had Dinner At The Leipzig Fair In The Hotel De Saxe. Who Is This Public? The Public Is Not A Thing, But Rather An Idea, A Postulate, Like The Church.

Every Complete Man Has His Genius. True Virtue Is Genius.