The Seat Of The Soul Is Where

Most Observers Of The French Revolution, Especially The Clever And Noble Ones, Have Explained It As A Life-threatening And Contagious Illness. They Have Remained Standing With The Symptoms And Have Interpreted These In Manifold And Contrary Ways. Some Have Regarded It As A Merely Local Ill. The Most Ingenious Opponents Have Pressed For Castration. They Well Noticed That This Alleged Illness Is Nothing Other Than The Crisis Of Beginning Puberty.

The Artist Belongs To His Work, Not The Work To The Artist.

The Poem Of The Understanding Is Philosophy.

The Artist Stands On The Human Being As A Statue Does On A Pedestal.

Imagination Places The Future World For Us Either Above Or Below Or In Reincarnation. We Dream Of Travels Throughout The Universe: Is Not The Universe Within Us? We Do Not Know The Depths Of Our Spirit. The Mysterious Path Leads Within. In Us, Or Nowhere, Lies Eternity With Its Worlds, The Past And The Future.