I Hate Every Violent Overthrow, Because As

The Highest Problem Of Any Art Is To Cause By Appearance The Illusion Of A Higher Reality.

When We See The Many Grave-stones Which Have Fallen In, Which Have Been Defaced By The Footsteps Of The Congregation, Which Lie Buried Under The Ruins Of The Churches, That Have Themselves Crumbled Together Over Them; We May Fancy The Life After Death To Be As A Second Life, Into Which Man Enters In The Figure, Or The Picture Or The Inscription, And Lives Longer There Than When He Was Really Alive. But This Figure Also, This Second Existence, Dies Out Too, Sooner Or Later. Time Will Not Allow Himself To Be Cheated Of His Rights With The Monuments Of Men Or With Themselves.

Sowing Is Not As Difficult As Reaping.

On The Pinnacle Of Success Man Does Not Stand Firm Long.

A Man's Shortcomings Are Taken From His Epoch; His Virtues And Greatness Belong To Himself.