A critic is a reader who ruminates. Thus, he should have more than one stomach.

If one writes or reads novels from the point of view of psychology, it is very inconsistent and petty to want to shy away from even the slowest and most detailed analysis of the most unnatural lusts, gruesome tortures, shocking infamy, and disgusting sensual or spiritual impotence.

Since poetry is infinitely valuable, I do not understand why it should be more valuable than this or that which is also infinitelyvaluable. There are artists who perhaps do not think art to be too great, for this is impossible, and yet they are not free enough to be able to rise above their own best accomplishments.

Think of something finite molded into the infinite, and you think of man.

Philosophy still moves too much straight ahead, and is not yet cyclical enough.

One has only as much morality as one has philosophy and poetry.

Art and works of art do not make an artist; sense and enthusiasm and instinct do.