Virtue Is Reason Which Has Become Energy.

In True Prose Everything Must Be Underlined.

Religion And Morals Are Symmetrically Opposed, Just Like Poetry And Philosophy.

The Two Basic Maxims Of The So-called Historical Criticism Are The Postulate Of The Common And The Axiom Of The Ordinary. Postulate Of The Common: Everything Really Great, Good, And Beautiful, Is Improbable, Since It Is Extraordinary And Therefore At Least Suspect. Axiom Of The Ordinary: Our Conditions And Environment Must Have Existed Everywhere, For They Are Really So Natural.

There Are Ancient And Modern Poems Which Breathe, In Their Entirety And In Every Detail, The Divine Breath Of Irony. In Such Poemsthere Lives A Real Transcendental Buffoonery. Their Interior Is Permeated By The Mood Which Surveys Everything And Rises Infinitely Above Everything Limited, Even Above The Poet's Own Art, Virtue, And Genius; And Their Exterior Form By The Histrionic Style Of An Ordinary Good Italian Buffo.

Strictly Speaking, The Idea Of A Scientific Poem Is Probably As Nonsensical As That Of A Poetic Science.