The Poet Begins Where The Man Ends.

The Assurance That We Have No Means Of Answering [final] Questions Is No Valid Excuse For Callousness Towards Them. The More Deeply Should We Feel, Down To The Roots Of Our Being, Their Pressure And Their Sting. Whose Hunger Has Ever Been [sated] With The Knowledge That He Could Not Eat?

Order Is Not Pressure Which Is Imposed On Society From Without, But An Equilibrium Which Is Set Up From Within.

To Rule Is Not So Much A Question Of The Heavy Hand As The Firm Seat.

I Have Always Thought That Clarity Is A Form Of Courtesy That The Philosopher Owes; Moreover, This Discipline Of Ours Considers It More Truly A Matter Of Honor Today Than Ever Before To Be Open To All Minds ... This Is Different From The Individual Sciences Which Increasingly [interpose] Between The Treasure Of Their Discoveries And The Curiosity Of The Profane The Tremendous Dragon Of Their Closed Terminology.

Whoever Has Not Felt The Danger Of Our Times Palpitating Under His Hand, Has Not Really Penetrated To The Vitals Of Destiny, He Has Merely Pricked The Surface.