Whoever Gives Himself Up To Solitude, Ah!

Were The Eye Not Of The Sun, How Could We Behold The Light? If God's Might And Ours Were Not As One, How Could His Work Enchant Our Sight?

True Works Of Art Contain Their Own Theory And Give Us The Measurement According To Which We Should Judge Them.

Deny Yourself! You Must Deny Yourself! That Is The Song That Never Ends.

One Always Has Time Enough, If One Will Apply It Well.

A School Of Art Or Of Anything Else Is To Be Looked On As A Single Individual, Who Keeps Talking To Himself For A Hundred Years, And Feels An Extreme Satisfaction With His Own Circle Of Favorite Ideas, Be They Ever So Silly.