Religion Is Usually Nothing But A Supplement

If One Believes Philosophers, Then What We Call Religion Is Only A Deliberately Popularized Or An Instinctively Artless Philosophy. Poets Seem To Consider Religion Rather As A Variation Of Poetry Which By Misjudging Its Proper Beautiful Game Takes Itself Too Seriously And One-sidedly. Philosophy, However, Admits And Recognizes That It Can Begin And Complete Itself Only With Religion. Poetry Seeks Only To Strive For The Infinite And Despises Worldly Utility And Culture, Which Are The True Antitheses Of Religion. Eternal Peace Among Artists Is Thus Not Far Away.

Women Are Treated As Unjustly In Poetry As In Life. The Feminine Ones Are Not Idealistic, And The Idealistic Not Feminine.

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.

The Obsession With Moderation Is The Spirit Of Castrated Narrow-mindedness.

Every Form Of Life Is In Its Origin Not Natural, But Divine And Human; For It Must Spring From Love, Just As There Can Be No Reason Without Spirit.