What Is The Destiny Of Man, But

Mastery Is Proven Only In Limitation, And Law Alone Can Give Us Freedom.

All Poetry Is Supposed To Be Instructive But In An Unnoticeable Manner; It Is Supposed To Make Us Aware Of What It Would Be Valuable To Instruct Ourselves In; We Must Deduce The Lesson On Our Own, Just As With Life.

All Theory, My Friend, Is Grey, But Green Is Life's Glad Golden Tree.

For A Strolling Damsel A Doubtful Reputation Bears.

The Misfortune In The State Is, That Nobody Can Enjoy Life In Peace, But That Everybody Must Govern; And In Art, That Nobody Will Enjoy What Has Been Produced, But That Every One Wants To Reproduce On His Own Account.