Ideas are infinite, original, and lively divine thoughts.
Strictly speaking, the idea of a scientific poem is probably as nonsensical as that of a poetic science.
No idea is isolated, but is only what it is among all ideas.
When ideas become gods, consciousness of harmony becomes devotion, humility, and hope.
When the author has no idea of what to reply to a critic, he then likes to say: you could not do it better anyway. This is the same as if a dogmatic philosopher reproached a skeptic for not being able to devise a system.
I have expressed some ideas that point to the center; I have saluted the dawn in my way, from my point of view. He who knows the way should do the same, in his way, and from his point of view.
Some speak of the public as if it were someone with whom they have had dinner at the Leipzig Fair in the Hotel de Saxe. Who is this public? The public is not a thing, but rather an idea, a postulate, like the Church.