What Is Fruitful Alone Is

A Man's Name Is Not Like A Mantle Which Merely Hangs About Him...but A Perfectly Fitting Garment, Which, Like The Skin, Has Grown Over Him, At Which One Cannot Rake And Scrape Without Injuring The Man Himself.

I Have Heard Myself Accused Of Being An Opponent, An Enemy Of Mathematics, Which No One Can Value More Highly Than I, For It Accomplishes The Very Thing Whose Achievement Has Been Denied Me.

After All, Poets Shouldn't Be Their Own Interpreters And Shouldn't Carefully Dissect Their Poems Into Everyday Prose; That Would Mean The End Of Being Poets. Poets Send Their Creations Into The World, It Is Up To The Reader, The Aesthetician, And The Critic To Determine What They Wanted To Say With Their Creations.

When Toward The Devil's Hose We Tread, Woman's A Thousand Steps Behind. [ger., Denn Geht Es Zu Des Bosen Haus Das Weib Hat Tausend Schritt Voraus.]

Do Not, I Beg You, Look For Anything Behind Phenomena. They Are Themselves Their Own Lesson.