The Historian Is A Prophet Looking Backward.

Irony Is A Clear Consciousness Of An Eternal Agility, Of The Infinitely Abundant Chaos.

We Do Not See God, But Everywhere We See Something Divine; First And Most Typically In The Center Of A Reasonable Man, In The Depth Of A Living Human Product. You Can Directly Feel And Think Nature, The Universe, But Not The Godhead. Only The Man Among Men Can Poetize And Think Divinely And Live With Religion.

Through Artists Mankind Becomes An Individual, In That They Unite The Past And The Future In The Present. They Are The Higher Organ Of The Soul, Where The Life Spirits Of Entire External Mankind Meet And In Which Inner Mankind First Acts.

Whoever Has Not Arrived At The Clear Insight That There Might Be Greatness Entirely Outside His Own Sphere For Which He Has No Understanding, Whoever Does Not Have At Least A Dim Inkling In Which Area Of The Human Spirit This Greatness Might Be Situated: He Is Within His Own Sphere Either Without Genius, Or He Has Not Educated Himself Up To The Point Of The Classical Attitude.

Where There Is Politics Or Economics, There Is No Morality.