Love Is Exclusivity, Selection.

In Order To Master The Unruly Torrent Of Life The Learned Man Meditates, The Poet Quivers, And The Political Hero Erects The Fortress Of His Will.

Thought Is Not A Gift To Man But A Laborious, Precarious And Volatile Acquisition.

Were Art To Redeem Man, It Could Do So Only By Saving Him From The Seriousness Of Life And Restoring Him To An Unexpected Boyishness. The Symbol Of Art Is Seen Again In The Magic Flute Of The Great God Pan Which Makes The Young Goats Frisk At The Edge Of The Grove. All Modern Art Begins To Appear Comprehensible And In A Way Great When It Is Interpreted As An Attempt To Instill Youthfulness Into An Ancient World.

Liberalism Is That Principle Of Political Rights, According To Which The Public Authority, In Spite Of Being All-powerful, Limits Itself And Attempts, Even At Ist Own Expense, To Leave Room In The State Over Which It Rules For Those To Live Who Neither Think Nor Feel As It Does, That Is To Say As Do The Stronger, The Majority.

I Am Myself And What Is Around Me, And If I Do Not Save It, It Shall Not Save Me.