Form Your Life Humanly, And You Have

Since Philosophy Now Criticizes Everything It Comes Across, A Critique Of Philosophy Would Be Nothing Less Than A Just Reprisal.

Novels Tend To End As The Paternoster Begins: With The Kingdom Of God On Earth.

Wit Is An Explosion Of The Compound Spirit.

Every Relationship Of Man To The Infinite Is Religion, Namely Of A Man In The Full Abundance Of His Humanity. Whenever A Mathematician Calculates Infinity, That, To Be Sure, Is Not Religion. Infinity Conceived In This Abundance Is The Godhead.

Those Works Whose Ideal Has Not As Much Living Reality And, As It Were, Personality As The Beloved One Or A Friend Had Better Remain Unwritten. They Would At Least Never Become Works Of Art.