When Reason And Unreason Come Into Contact,

Considered Subjectively, Philosophy Always Begins In The Middle, Like An Epic Poem.

Like Leibniz's Possible Worlds, Most Men Are Only Equally Entitled Pretenders To Existence. There Are Few Existences.

Eternal Life And The Invisible World Are Only To Be Sought In God. Only Within Him Do All Spirits Dwell. He Is An Abyss Of Individuality, The Only Infinite Plenitude.

Plato's Philosophy Is A Dignified Preface To Future Religion.

Since Poetry Is Infinitely Valuable, I Do Not Understand Why It Should Be More Valuable Than This Or That Which Is Also Infinitelyvaluable. There Are Artists Who Perhaps Do Not Think Art To Be Too Great, For This Is Impossible, And Yet They Are Not Free Enough To Be Able To Rise Above Their Own Best Accomplishments.