Poetry can be criticized only through poetry. A critique which itself is not a work of art, either in content as representation of the necessary impression in the process of creation, or through its beautiful form and in its liberal tone in the spirit of the old Roman satire, has no right of citizenship in the realm of art.

Like Leibniz's possible worlds, most men are only equally entitled pretenders to existence. There are few existences.

When reason and unreason come into contact, an electrical shock occurs. This is called polemics.

When the author has no idea of what to reply to a critic, he then likes to say: you could not do it better anyway. This is the same as if a dogmatic philosopher reproached a skeptic for not being able to devise a system.

Man is free whenever he produces or manifests God, and through this he becomes immortal.

God is each truly and exalted thing, therefore the individual himself to the highest degree. But are not nature and the world individuals?

Only through religion can logic develop into philosophy, only from this source stems that which makes philosophy more than science. And without religion we will have only novels, or the triviality today called belles lettres instead of an eternally rich and infinite poetry.