Nature is an aeolian harp, a musical instrument whose tones are the re-echo of higher strings within us.
The individual soul should seek for an intimate union with the soul of the universe.
The artist belongs to his work, not the work to the artist.
Play is experimenting with chance.
Before abstraction everything is one, but one like chaos; after abstraction everything is united again, but this union is a free binding of autonomous, self-determined beings. Out of a mob a society has developed, chaos has been transformed into a manifold world.
Genius in general is poetic. Where genius has been active it has been poetically active. The truly moral person is a poet.