What people call the spirit of the times is mostly their own spirit in which the times mirror themselves.

We are our own devils; we drive ourselves out of our Edens.

Science arose from poetry... when times change the two can meet again on a higher level as friends.

Beautiful is greater than Good, for it includes the Good.

The finished man, you know, is difficult to please; a growing mind will ever show you gratitude. --Faust 1, lines 182-3

I am a part of the part that at first was all, part of the darkness that gave birth to the light, that supercilious light which now disputes with Mother Night her ancient rank and space, and yet cannot succeed; no matter how it struggles, it sticks to matter and can't get free. Light flows from substance, makes it beautiful.

But who will dare to speak the truth out clear? The few who anything of truth have learned, And foolishly did not keep truth concealed, Their thoughts and visions to the common herd revealed, Since time began we've crucified and burned