Only one man ever understood me. ... And he didn't understand me.

Poetry is the universal art of the spirit which has become free in itself and which is not tied down for its realization to external sensuous material; instead…

The task of conducting the individual mind from its unscientific standpoint to that of science had to be taken in its general sense; we had to contemplate the …

The great thing however is, in the show of the temporal and the transient to recognize the substance which is immanent and the eternal which is present. For th…