Ideas are infinite, original, and lively divine thoughts.

No idea is isolated, but is only what it is among all ideas.

A good preface must be the root and the square of the book at the same time.

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.

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

In order to be able to write well upon a subject, one must have ceased to be interested in it; the thought which is to be soberlyexpressed must already be entirely past and no longer be one's actual concern.

The genuine priest always feels something higher than compassion.