Of The Truly Creative No One Is

All That Is Noble Is In Itself Of A Quiet Nature, And Appears To Sleep Until It Is Aroused And Summoned Forth By Contrast.

I Have, Alas! Philosophy, Medicine, Jurisprudence Too, And To My Cost Theology, With Ardent Labor, Studied Through. And Here I Stand, With All My Lore, Poor Fool, No Wiser Than Before.

It Is Not Always Needful For Truth To Take A Definite Shape; It Is Enough If It Hovers About Us Like A Spirit And Produces Harmony; If It Is Wafted Through The Air Like The Sound Of A Bell, Grave And Kindly.

Man Must Strive, And Striving He Must Err.

One Alone Does Not Help, But Rather He Who Unites With Many At The Right Moment.