An Artist Chooses His Subjects: That Is

He Who Knoweth The Reader, Doeth Nothing More For The Reader. Another Century Of Readers - And Spirit Itself Will Stink.

When One Is Young, One Venerates And Despises Without That Art Of Nuances Which Constitutes The Best Gain Of Life, And It Is Only Fair That One Has To Pay Dearly For Having Assaulted Men And Things In This Manner With Yes And No. Everything Is Arranged So That The Worst Of Tastes, The Taste For The Unconditional, Should Be Cruelly Fooled And Abused Until A Man Learns To Put A Little Art Into His Feelings And Rather To Risk Trying Even What Is Artificial — As The Real Artists Of Life Do.

From Whatever You Wish To Know And Measure You Must Take Your Leave, At Least For A Time. Only When You Have Left The Town Can Yousee How High Its Towers Rise Above The Houses.

Ah, Women. They Make The Highs Higher And The Lows More Frequent.

Could One Count Such Dilettantes And Old Spinsters As That Mawkish Apostle Of Virginity, Mainlander, As A Genuine German? In The Last Analysis He Probably Was A Jew (all Jews Become Mawkish When They Moralize).