No idea is isolated, but is only what it is among all ideas.

Mysteries are feminine; they like to veil themselves but still want to be seen and divined.

Beauty is that which is simultaneously attractive and sublime.

The poetry of this one is called philosophical, of that one philological, of a third rhetorical, and so on. Which is then the poetic poetry?

If you want to see mankind fully, look at a family. Within the family minds become organically one, and for this reason the family is total poetry.

Religion can emerge in all forms of feeling: here wild anger, there the sweetest pain; here consuming hatred, there the childlike smile of serene humility.

Wit is the appearance, the external flash of imagination. Thus its divinity, and the witty character of mysticism.