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.

Because Christianity is a religion of death, it could be treated with the utmost realism, and it could have its orgies, just likethe old religion of nature and life.

One mentions many artists who are actually art works of nature.

I can no longer say my love and your love; they are both alike in their perfect mutuality.

Life is writing. The sole purpose of mankind is to engrave the thoughts of divinity onto the tablets of nature.

It is individuality which is the original and eternal within man; personality doesn't matter so much. To pursue the education and development of this individuality as one's highest vocation would be a divine egoism.

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.