One should have wit, but not wish to have it; otherwise there will be witticism, the Alexandrian style of wit.

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.

With respect to ingenious subconsciousness, I think, philosophers might well rival poets.

When ideas become gods, consciousness of harmony becomes devotion, humility, and hope.

It is as deadly for a mind to have a system as to have none. Therefore it will have to decide to combine both.

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.

Wit is absolutely sociable spirit or aphoristic genius.