Formalism (n.) holds on to empty form — anything purely formal with no reality is only a figment of thought.
Formalism (n.) gets confused whenever it sets out to explain something, and ends by saying the opposite of what it intends.
Formalism (n.) staples a readymade schema — north and south, oxygen and hydrogen, masculine and feminine — onto every sphere of nature at will.
Formalism (n.) is learned in a quarter of an hour and, once seen through, becomes as insufferable as the repetition of a conjuring trick.
Formalism (n.) is a painter's palette with only two colours — red for history scenes, green for landscapes — coating everything in heaven and earth with the same broth.
Formalism (n.) is thinking content in its own universality — "in the Absolute all is one" — and then simply repeating that principle over every particular.
Formalism (n.) of the schematizing kind never offers more than a table of contents; the content itself it does not offer at all.