There Is No Tranquility In Ideas.

You May Repeat The Most Marvelous Poems. And That Is Not Worth A Cent If You Don't Live It.

Can I Reject Everything My Brain Experienced? Is Intellectual Understanding Any Understanding At All?

To Me, Then, True Criticism Consists In Trying To Find Out The Intrinsic Worth Of The Thing Itself, And Not In Attributing A Quality To That Thing. You Attribute A Quality To An Environment, To An Experience, Only When You Want To Derive Something From It, When You Want To Gain Or To Have Power Or Happiness. Now This Destroys True Criticism. Your Desire Is Perverted Through Attributing Values, And Therefore You Cannot See Clearly. Instead Of Trying To See The Flower In Its Original And Entire Beauty, You Look At It Through Coloured Glasses, And Therefore You Can Never See It As It Is.

I Should Say That All Compromise Is A "stepping Down" Of The Truth, Is Trying To Reduce Something Which Cannot Be Reduced, And That For Anyone Who Has Understood Life These Compromises Are Impossible.

The Man Who Lives Without Conflict, Who Lives With Beauty And Love, Is Not Frightened Of Death Because To Love Is To Die.