But the thought is one thing, the deed is another, and another yet is the image of the deed. The wheel of causality does not roll between them.

“All too violently my heart still flows toward you—my heart, upon which my summe…”

“We talk so abstractly about poetry because all of us are usually bad poets.”

“These trumpeters of reality are bad musicians.”

“The one necessary thing.— A person must have one or the other. Either a cheerfu…”