Can we expect the redemption of the world from scholars? I doubt it. But the time has come for all artists to join together as a confederation in an eternal league.

Wit is absolutely sociable spirit or aphoristic genius.

Religion can emerge in all forms of feeling: here wild anger, there the sweetest pain; here consuming hatred, there the childlike smile of serene humility.

Mysteries are feminine; they like to veil themselves but still want to be seen and divined.

Wit as an instrument of revenge is as infamous as art is as a means of sensual titillation.

God the father, and even more often the devil himself, appears at times in the place of fate in the modern tragedy. Why is it thatthis has not induced any scholar to develop a theory of the diabolical genre?

Irony is the form of paradox. Paradox is what is good and great at the same time.