Most revolutionaries neither exactly know — nor knew — what they want: Form or Unform. - Novalis

We dream of travels throughout the universe: is not the universe within us? We do not know the depths of our spirit. The mysterious path leads within. In us, or nowhere, lies eternity with its worlds, the past and the future.

In a work of art, chaos must shimmer through the veil of order.

Sometimes with the most intense pain a paralysis of sensibility occurs. The soul disintegrates — hence the deadly frost — the free power of the mind — the shattering, ceaseless wit of this kind of despair. There is no inclination for anything any more — the person is alone, like a baleful power — as he has no connection with the rest of the world he consumes himself gradually — and in accordance with his own principle he is — misanthropic and misotheos.