The brains -the thinking organs- are the world producers -nature's genitals.
Humanity is a comic role.
The art of writing books is not yet invented. But it is at the point of being invented. Fragments of this nature are literary seeds. There may be many an infertile grain among them: nevertheless, if only some come up!
The true Poet is all-knowing; he is an actual world in miniature.
We are near waking when we dream we are dreaming.
Character is perfectly educated will.