Considered subjectively, philosophy always begins in the middle, like an epic poem.

Ideas are infinite, original, and lively divine thoughts.

Poetry should describe itself, and always be simultaneously poetry and the poetry of poetry.

If one believes philosophers, then what we call religion is only a deliberately popularized or an instinctively artless philosophy. Poets seem to consider religion rather as a variation of poetry which by misjudging its proper beautiful game takes itself too seriously and one-sidedly. Philosophy, however, admits and recognizes that it can begin and complete itself only with religion. Poetry seeks only to strive for the infinite and despises worldly utility and culture, which are the true antitheses of religion. Eternal peace among artists is thus not far away.

One can only become a philosopher, but not be one. As one believes he is a philosopher, he stops being one.

Since philosophy now criticizes everything it comes across, a critique of philosophy would be nothing less than a just reprisal.

Wit is an explosion of the compound spirit.