The True Poet Is All-knowing; He Is

In Cheerful Souls There Is No Wit. Wit Shows A Disturbance Of The Equipoise.

It Is Certain My Belief Gains Quite Infinitely The Very Moment I Can Convince Another Mind Thereof

One Can Not Understand Language Because Language Cannot Understand Itself; Does Not Want To Understand

To Become Properly Acquainted With A Truth, We Must First Have Disbelieved It, And Disputed Against It.

Character Is A Perfectly Educated Will.