Many Things Are Too Delicate To Be

Life Is The Beginning Of Death. Life Is For The Sake Of Death. Death Is At Once The End And The Beginning—at Once Separation And Closer Union Of The Self. Through Death The Reduction Is Complete.

Not Only England, But Every Englishman Is An Island.

The World Must Be Romanticized. In This Way The Originary Meaning May Be Found Again.

In A Work Of Art, Chaos Must Shimmer Through The Veil Of Order.

Nature Is A Petrified Magic City.