Today Is, After All, Today, But Yesterday

The Germans Believe That, No Matter Where, They Can Get By On Knowledge Alone. Art, However, Requires Skill.

The Plot! The Plot! What Kind Of Plot Could A Poet Possibly Provide That Is Not Surpassed By The Thinking, Feeling Reader? Form Alone Is Divine.

Progress Will Always Have As Its Recourse To Exaggerate What It Cannot Surpass.

Recently, The Germans Have Developed A Tendency To Prefer The So-called First (youthful) Style Of Great Artists To Their Mature Works. Could It Be That They Do Not Realize That Their Aesthetic Criteria, Generally Speaking, Are Juvenile?

Never Expect Any Recognition Here--the System Prohibits It. The Cross Is Not Affixed To The Genius, No, The Genius Is Affixed To The Cross.