The worst sin that can be committed against the artist is to take him at his word, to see in his work a fulfillment instead of an horizon.
The great work must inevitably be obscure, except to the very few, to those who like the author himself are initiated into the mysteries. Communication then is secondary: it is perpetuation which is important. For this only one good reader is necessary.
No matter how vast, how total, the failure of man here on earth, the work of man will be resumed elsewhere. War leaders talk of resuming operations on this front and that, but man’s front embraces the whole universe.
Instead of asking ‘How much damage will the work in question bring about?’ why not ask ‘How much good? How much joy?’
Our own physical body possesses a wisdom which we who inhabit the body lack. We give it orders which make no sense.
What does it matter how one comes by the truth so long as one pounces upon it and lives by it?
The Teutons have been singing the swan song ever since they entered the ranks of history. They have always confounded truth with death.
True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate his life, through devotion, to something beyond himself.