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

Just as the Romans were the only nation that was truly a nation, so our age is the first genuine age.

Religion and morals are symmetrically opposed, just like poetry and philosophy.

What do the few existing mystics still do? -- They more or less mold the raw chaos of already existing religion. But only in an isolated, insignificant manner, through feeble attempts. Do it in a grand manner from all aspects with unified efforts, and let us awaken all religions from their graves, newly revivify and form the immortal ones through the omnipotence of art and science.

Whoever could properly characterize Goethe's Meister would have actually expressed what is the timely trend in literature. He would be able, as far as literary criticism is concerned, to rest.

Irony is a clear consciousness of an eternal agility, of the infinitely abundant chaos.

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.