We Are Shaped And Fashioned By What

When Ideas Fail, Words Come In Very Handy.

Create, Artist, Do Not Talk.

The Older I Get The More I Trust In The Law According To Which The Rose And The Lily Bloom.

Mediocrity Has No Greater Consolation Than In The Thought That Genius Is Not Immortal.

The Smallest Hair Throws Its Shadow. [ger., Das Kleinste Harr Wirft Seinen Schatten.]