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We Must Not Hope To Be Mowers, And To Gather The Ripe Gold Ears, Unless We Have First Been Sowers And Water The Furrows With Tears. It Is Not Just As We Take It, This Mystical World Of Ours, Life's Field Will Yield As We Make It A Harvest Of Thorns Or Of Flowers.

Insofar As He Makes Use Of His Healthy Senses, Man Himself Is The Best And Most Exact Scientific Instrument Possible. The Greatest Misfortune Of Modern Physics Is That Its Experiments Have Been Set Apart From Man, As It Were, Physics Refuses To Recognize Nature In Anything Not Shown By Artificial Instruments, And Even Uses This As A Measure Of Its Accomplishments.

But Who Will Dare To Speak The Truth Out Clear? The Few Who Anything Of Truth Have Learned, And Foolishly Did Not Keep Truth Concealed, Their Thoughts And Visions To The Common Herd Revealed, Since Time Began We've Crucified And Burned

A Plant Is Like A Self-willed Man, Out Of Whom We Can Obtain All Which We Desire, If We Will Only Treat Him His Own Way.

What I Possess I Would Gladly Retain. Change Amuses The Mind, Yet Scarcely Profits.

Opponents Fancy They Refute Us When They Repeat Their Own Opinion And Pay No Attention To Ours.

And Future Deeds Crowded Round Us As The Countless Stars In The Night. [ger., Und Kunftige Thaten Drangen Wie Die Sterne Rings Um Uns Her Unzahlig Aus Der Nacht.]

He Who Enjoys Doing And Enjoys What He Has Done Is Happy.

What People Call The Spirit Of The Times Is Mostly Their Own Spirit In Which The Times Mirror Themselves.

It Is Not Enough To Take Steps Which May Someday Lead To A Goal; Each Step Must Be Itself A Goal And A Step Likewise.

Oh God, How Do The World And Heavens Confine Themselves, When Our Hearts Tremble In Their Own Barriers!

Publishers Are All Cohorts Of The Devil; There Must Be A Special Hell For Them Somewhere.

I Do Not Know Myself, And God Forbid That I Should.

Art Is Based On A Strong Sentiment Of Religion,--on A Profound And Mighty Earnestness; Hence It Is So Prone To Co-operate With Religion.

It Would Not Be Worth Your While To Reach The Age Of Seventy If All The Wisdom Of The World Were To Be Foolishness Before God.

There Is No Better Deliverance From The World Than Through Art, And A Man Can Form No Surer Bond With It.

To A Valet No Man Is A Hero.

Someday Someone Will Write A Pathology Of Experimental Physics And Bring To Light All Those Swindles Which Subvert Our Reason, Beguile Our Judgement And, What Is Worse, Stand In The Way Of Any Practical Progress. The Phenomena Must Be Freed Once And For All From Their Grim Torture Chamber Of Empiricism, Mechanism, And Dogmatism; They Must Be Brought Before The Jury Of Man's Common Sense.

There Are People Who Pay Attention To The Weaknesses Of Their Friends; That Is To No Avail. I Have Always Closely Watched And Profited From The Strengths Of My Adversaries.

The Soul-stirring Image Of Death Is No Bugbear To The Sage, And Is Looked On Without Despair By The Pious. It Teaches The Former To Live, And It Strengthens The Hopes Of The Latter In Salvation In The Midst Of Distress. Death Is New Life To Both.

A Useless Life Is An Early Death.

Die Mathematiker Sind Eine Art Franzosen. Spricht Man Zu Ihnen, So übersetzen Sie Alles In Ihre Eigene Sprache, Und So Wird Es Alsobald Etwas Ganz Anderes. Mathematicians Are A Kind Of Frenchmen. Whenever You Say Anything Or Talk To Them, They Translate It Into Their Own Language, And Right Away It Is Something Completely Different.

Everything In The World May Be Endured Except Continual Prosperity.

The Words You've Bandied Are Sufficient; 'tis Deeds That I Prefer To See. [ger., Der Worte Sind Genug Gewechselt, Lasst Mich Auch Endlich Thaten Sehn.]

In Politics People Throw Themselves, As On A Sickbed, From One Side To The Other In The Belief They Will Lie More Comfortably.

A Good Person, Striving Dimly, Is Well Aware Of The Right Path.

Only The Heart Without A Stain Knows Perfect Ease. [ger., Ganz Unbefleckt Geniesst Sich Nur Das Herz.]

It Is Delivery That Makes The Orators Success.

Every Form Correctly Seen Is Beautiful

Giving Is The Business Of The Rich.

The Summit Charms Us, The Steps To It Do Not; With The Heights Before Our Eyes, We Like To Linger In The Plain. It Is Only A Part Of Art That Can Be Taught; But The Artist Needs The Whole. He Who Is Only Half Instructed Speaks Much And Is Always Wrong; Who Knows It Wholly Is Content With Acting And Speaks Seldom Or Late.

I Make Presents To The Mother But Think Of The Daughter.

Mankind? That Is An Abstraction. There Have Always Been And Always Will Be Only Individuals.

This World Could Not Exist If It Were Not So Simple. The Ground Has Been Tilled A Thousand Years, Yet Its Powers Remain Ever The Same; A Little Rain, A Little Sun, And Each Spring It Grows Green Again.

Death Is A Commingling Of Eternity With Time; In The Death Of A Good Man, Eternity Is Seen Looking Through Time.

Every Idea Appears At First As A Strange Visitor, And When It Begins To Be Realized, It Is Hardly Distinguishable From Fantasy.

I Hate Every Violent Overthrow, Because As Much Is Destroyed As Is Gained By It.

A Talent Can Be Cultivated In Tranquility; A Character Only In The Rushing Stream Of Life.

To Quit Smoking, You Must First Want To Quit, But Then You Must Also Do The Quitting

Man Is A Simple Being, And However Rich, Varied, And Unfathomable He May Be, The Cycle Of His Situations Is Soon Run Through.

To Act Is Easy; To Think Is Hard.

The Most Foolish Of All Errors Is For Clever Young Men To Believe That They Forfeit Their Originality In Recognizing A Truth Which Has Already Been Recognized By Others.

I Look Upon All Four Gospels As Thoroughly Genuine, For There Shines Forth From Them The Reflected Splendor Of A Sublimity Proceeding From Jesus Christ.

Smoothly And Lightly The Golden Seed By The Furrow Is Covered.

There Are Three Classes Of Readers; Some Enjoy Without Judgment; Others Judge Without Enjoyment; And Some There Are Who Judge While They Enjoy, And Enjoy While They Judge. The Latter Class Reproduces The Work Of Art On Which It Is Engaged. Its Numbers Are Very Small.

Who Can Think Wise Or Stupid Things At All That Were Not Thought Already In The Past.

Hypotheses Are Only The Pieces Of Scaffolding Which Are Erected Round A Building During The Course Of Construction, And Which Are Taken Away As Soon As The Edifice Is Completed.

A Man Avails Himself Of The Truth So Long As It Is Serviceable; But He Seizes On What Is False With A Passionate Eloquence As Soon As He Can Make A Momentary Use Of It.

One Never Goes Further Than When They Do Not Know Where They Are Going.

Why Go Further And Further, Look, Happiness Is Right Here. Learn How To Grab Hold Of Luck, For Luck Is Always There.

Please Send Me Your Last Pair Of Shoes, Worn Out With Dancing As You Mentioned In Your Letter, So That I Might Have Something To Press Against My Heart.

Every Person Above The Ordinary Has A Certain Mission That They Are Called To Fulfill.

The People Who Are Absent Are The Ideal; Those Who Are Present Seem To Be Quite Commonplace.

Distrust Those In Whom The Desire To Punish Is Strong.

None Are More Hopelessly Enslaved Than Those Who Falsely Believe They Are Free.

Strike The Dog Dead, It's But A Critic!

When She Sees The Leaves Fall, They Raise No Other Idea In Her Mind Than That Winter Is Approaching.

The Rainbow Mirrors Human Aims And Action. Think, And More Clearly Wilt Thou Grasp It, Seeing Life Is But Light In Many-hued Reflection.

You Can’t, If You Can’t Feel It, If It Never Rises From The Soul, And Sways The Heart Of Every Single Hearer, With Deepest Power, In Simple Ways. You’ll Sit Forever, Gluing Things Together, Cooking Up A Stew From Other’s Scraps, Blowing On A Miserable Fire, Made From Your Heap Of Dying Ash. Let Apes And Children Praise Your Art, If Their Admiration’s To Your Taste, But You’ll Never Speak From Heart To Heart, Unless It Rises Up From Your Heart’s Space.

In Art, The Best Is Good Enough.

Can A Sparrow Know How A Stork Feels?

To The World You Might Be One Person, But To One Person, You Might Be The World. Kindness Is The Golden Chain By Which Our World Is Bound Together.

The Eye Doesn't See Any Shapes, It Sees Only What Is Differentiated Through Light And Dark Or Through Colors.

Three Things Are To Be Looked To In A Building: That It Stand On The Right Spot; That It Is Securely Founded; That It Be Successfully Executed.

Those Who Make Use Of Devotion As A Means And End Generally Are Hypocrites.

If Children Grew Up According To Early Indications, We Should Have Nothing But Geniuses.

The Artist Who Is Not Also A Craftsman Is No Good; But, Alas, Most Of Our Artists Are Nothing Else.

Without My Attempts In Natural Science, I Should Never Have Learned To Know Mankind Such As It Is. In Nothing Else Can We So Closely Approach Pure Contemplation And Thought, So Closely Observe The Errors Of The Senses And Of The Understanding, The Weak And Strong Points Of Character.

Live Dangerously And You Live Right.

Thus One Can Observe That Those Who Proclaim Piety As Their Goal And Purpose Usually Turn Into Hypocrites.

Such Is The Frailty Of Man That Even Where He Makes The Truest And Most Forcible Impression In The Memory, In The Heart Of His Beloved, There Also He Must Perish.

Light Has Called Forth One Organ To Become Its Like, And Thus The Eye Is Formed By The Light And For The Light So That The Inner Light May Emerge To Meet The Outer Light.

Marriage Is The Beginning And Pinnacle Of Civilization.

The Ground That A Good Man Treads Is Hallowed.

We Talk Too Much. We Should Talk Less And Draw More.

Life Is But A Preparation For What There Is To Come.

One Errs As Long As One Strives.

Superstition Is The Poesy Of Practical Life; Hence, A Poet Is None The Worse For Being Superstitious.

Being Brilliant Is No Great Feat If You Respect Nothing.

Art Is A Severe Business; Most Serious When Employed In Grand And Sacred Objects. The Artist Stands Higher Than Art, Higher Than The Object. He Uses Art For His Purposes, And Deals With The Object After His Own Fashion.

To Know Someone Here Or There With Whom You Can Feel There Is Understanding In Spite Of Distances Or Thoughts Expressed That Can Make Life A Garden.

Nature! We Are Enveloped And Embraced By Her, Incapable Of Emerging From Her And Incapable Of Entering Her More Deeply. Unbidden And Unwarned, She Receives Us Into The Circuits Of Her Dance, Drifting Onward With Us Herself, Until We Grow Tired And Drop From Her Arms.

Tis Lilith. Who? Adam's First Wife Is She. Beware The Lure Within Her Lovely Tresses, The Splendid Sole Adornment Of Her Hair; When She Succeeds Therewith A Youth To Snare, Not Soon Again She Frees Him From Her Jesses.

Doubt Grows With Knowledge.

The Main Thing Is To Have A Soul That Loves The Truth And Harbours It Where He Finds It. And Another Thing: Truth Requires Constant Repetition, Because Error Is Being Preached About Us All The Time, And Not Only By Isolated Individuals But By The Masses. In The Newspapers And Encyclopedias, In Schools And Universities, Everywhere Error Rides High And Basks In The Consciousness Of Having The Majority On Its Side.

What You Can Do, Or Think You Can, Begin It.

Decision Making

The Unnatural, That Too Is Natural.

We Are Accustomed To See Men Deride What They Do Not Understand, And Snarl At The Good And Beautiful Because It Lies Beyond Their Sympathies

A Lot Of People Do Not Care About Your Money Until Nearly Penniless. They Also Do So With Time

He Who Does Not Expect A Million Readers Should Not Write A Line.

Happiness Is A Ball After Which We Run Wherever It Rolls, And We Push It With Our Feet When It Stops.

I Have Learned Much From Disease Which Life Could Have Never Taught Me Anywhere Else.

For A Brave Man Deserves A Well-endowed Girl.

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

When Nature Begins To Reveal Her Open Secret To A Man, He Feels An Irresistible Longing For Her Worthiest Interpreter, Art.

You Must Be Either The Servant Or The Master, The Hammer Or The Anvil.

Every Great Idea Exerts, On First Appearing, A Tyrannical Influence: Hence, The Advantages It Brings Are Turned All Too Soon Into Disadvantages.

At Bottom, No Real Object Is Unpoetical, If The Poet Knows How To Use It Properly.

Great Necessity Elevates Man, Petty Necessity Casts Him Down

Nature Is So Perfect That The Trinity Couldn't Have Fashioned Her Any More Perfect. She Is An Organ On Which Our Lord Plays And The Devil Works The Bellows.

Sound And Sufficient Reason Falls, After All, To The Share Of But Few Men, And Those Few Men Exert Their Influence In Silence.

The History Of A Man Is In His Character.

All Intelligent Thoughts Have Already Been Thought; What Is Necessary Is Only To Try To Think Them Again.

I Am Very Anxious To Please The Public, Particularly As It Lives And Lets Live.

One Glance, One Word From You Gives More Pleasure Than All The Wisdom Of This World.

The Finished Man, You Know, Is Difficult To Please; A Growing Mind Will Ever Show You Gratitude. --faust 1, Lines 182-3

There Is Nothing So Terrible As Activity Without Insight.

I Am Not Omniscient, But I Know A Lot.

If You Don't Feel It, You'll Never Achieve It.

Do Not, I Beg You, Look For Anything Behind Phenomena. They Are Themselves Their Own Lesson.

Superstition Is Rooted In A Much Deeper And More Sensitive Layer Of The Psyche Than Skepticism.

I Have Come To The Frightening Conclusion That I Am The Decisive Element. It Is My Personal Approach That Creates The Climate. It Is My Daily Mood That Makes The Weather....in All Situations, It Is My Response That Decides Whether A Crisis Is Escalated Or De-escalated, And A Person Is Humanized Or Is Dehumanized.

Painting And Tattooing The Body Is A Return To Animalism.

Truth Is Contrary To Our Nature, Not So Error, And This For A Very Simple Reason: Truth Demands That We Should Recognize Ourselves As Limited, Error Flatters Us That, In One Way Or Another, We Are Unlimited.

Great Passions Are Incurable Diseases.

Incurable Disease

Man Errs, Till He Has Ceased To Strive.

Truth Is A Torch, But A Huge One, And So It Is Only With Blinking Eyes What We All Of Us Try To Get Past It, In Actual Terror Of Being Burnt.

The Ideal Of Beauty Is Simplicity And Tranquility.

Begin By Instructing Yourself, Then You Will Receive Instruction From Others.

Talent Is Nurtured In Solitude; Character Is Formed In The Stormy Billows Of The World.

People Can Only Live With Their Equals, And Not Even With Them; For In The Long Run They Cannot Tolerate That Someone Is Their Equal.

Give Shape, Artist! Don't Talk! Your Poem Be But A Breath.

Take Life Too Seriously, And What Is It Worth? If The Morning Wake Us To No New Joys, If The Evening Bring Us Not The Hopes Of New Pleasures, Is It Worth While To Dress And Undress? Does The Sun Shine On Me Today That I May Reflect On Yesterday? That I May Endeavor To Foresee And Control What Can Neither Be Foreseen Nor Controlled - The Destiny Of Tomorrow?

Treat A Person As They Are, They Will Remain So. Treat A Person The Way That Person Can Be And Is Capable Of Being And That Person Will Become As He Or She Can Be And Should Be.

He Is Dead In This World Who Has No Belief In Another.

The World Is For Thousands A Freak Show; The Images Flicker Past And Vanish; The Impressions Remain Flat And Unconnected In The Soul. Thus They Are Easily Led By The Opinions Of Others, Are Content To Let Their Impressions Be Shuffled And Rearranged And Evaluated Differently.

We Will Burn That Bridge When We Come To It.

Wealth And Speed Are What The World Admires, What Each Pursues. Railways, Express Mails, Steamships And Every Possible Facility For Communications Are The Achievement In Which The Civilized World View And Revels, Only To Languish In Mediocrity By That Very Fact. Indeed, The Effect Of This Diffusion Is To Spread The Culture Of The Mediocre.

Theories Are Usually The Over-hasty Efforts Of An Impatient Understanding That Would Gladly Be Rid Of Phenomena, And So Puts In Their Place Pictures, Notions, Nay, Often Mere Words.

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

Higher Yet And Higher Out Of Clouds And Night, Nearer Yet And Nearer Rising To The Light - Light, Serene And Holy Where My Soul May Rest, Purified And Lowly, Sanctified And Blest.

I Believe In God And In Nature And In The Triumph Of Good Over Evil.

You Acquire A Language Most Readily In The Country Where It Is Spoken; You Study Mineralogy Best Among Miners; And So With Everything Else.

We Learn To Treasure What Is Above This Earth; We Long For Revelation, Which Nowhere Burns More Purely And More Beautifully Than In The New Testament.

Man's Highest Merit Always Is, As Much As Possible, To Rule External Circumstances And As Little As Possible To Let Himself Be Ruled By Them.

One Cannot Develop Taste From What Is Of Average Quality But Only From The Very Best.

Some Of Our Weaknesses Are Born In Us, Others Are The Result Of Education; It Is A Question Which Of The Two Gives Us Most Trouble.

The Sea Is Flowing Ever, The Land Retains It Never.

Must It Ever Be Thus-that The Source Of Our Happiness Must Also Be The Fountain Of Our Misery? The Full And Ardent Sentiment Which Animated My Heart With The Love Of Nature, Overwhelming Me With A Torrent Of Delight, And Which Brought All Paradise Before Me, Has Now Become An Insupportable Torment, A Demon Which Perpetually Pursues And Harrasses Me.

The Little That Is Completed, Vanishes From The Sight Of One Who Looks Forward To What Is Still To Do.

The Present Moment Is A Powerful Goddess.

The Rich Want Good Wine, The Poor, Plenty Of Wine

I Had Toward The Poetic Art A Peculiar Relation Which Was Only Practical After I Had Cherished In My Mind For A Long Time A Subject Which Possessed Me, A Model Which Inspired Me, A Predecessor Who Attracted Me, Until At Length, After I Had Molded It

I Can Promise To Be Upright, But Not To Be Without Bias. [ger., Aufrichtig Zu Sein Kann Ich Versprechen; Unparteiisch Zu Sein Aber Nicht.]

Nature Has Neither Core Nor Skin: She’s Both At Once Outside And In.

Mathematics Has The Completely False Reputation Of Yielding Infallible Conclusions. Its Infallibility Is Nothing But Identity. Two Times Two Is Not Four, But It Is Just Two Times Two, And That Is What We Call Four For Short. But Four Is Nothing New At All. And Thus It Goes On And On In Its Conclusions, Except That In The Higher Formulas The Identity Fades Out Of Sight.

Individuality Of Expression Is The Beginning And End Of All Art.

[w]hat Counts Is That One Perceives Excellence And Dares To Give It Expression, Which Sounds Little But Is In Fact A Great Deal.

Hatred Is Something Peculiar. You Will Always Find It Strongest And Most Violent Where There Is The Lowest Degree Of Culture.

Beauty Is A Manifestation Of Secret Natural Laws, Which Otherwise Would Have Been Hidden From Us Forever.

Some People Spend The Day In Complaining Of A Headache, And The Night In Drinking The Wine That Gives It.

I Am A Part Of The Part That At First Was All, Part Of The Darkness That Gave Birth To The Light, That Supercilious Light Which Now Disputes With Mother Night Her Ancient Rank And Space, And Yet Cannot Succeed; No Matter How It Struggles, It Sticks To Matter And Can't Get Free. Light Flows From Substance, Makes It Beautiful.

Men Are So Inclined To Content Themselves With What Is Commonest; The Spirit And The Senses So Easily Grow Dead To The Impressions Of The Beautiful And Perfect, That Every One Should Study, By All Methods, To Nourish In His Mind The Faculty Of Feeling These Things. ...for This Reason, One Ought Every Day At Least, To Hear A Little Song, Read A Good Poem, See A Fine Picture, And, If It Were Possible, To Speak A Few Reasonable Words.

Our Wishes Are Presentiments Of The Abilities That Lie In Us, Harbingers Of What We Will Be Able To Accomplish.

The Moment One Definitely Commits Oneself, Then Providence Moves, Too. All Sorts Of Things Occur To Help One That Would Never Have Otherwise Occurred...unforeseen Incidents And Meetings And Material Assistance, Which No Man Could Have Dreamed Would Have Come His Way.

To Have Seen Italy Without Having Seen Sicily Is To Not Have Seen Italy At All, For Sicily Is The Clue To Everything.

Treat People The Way They Are And They Will Stay That Way. Treat People The Way They Can Become And They Will Become That Way.

Only He Who Finds Empiricism Irksome Is Driven To Method.

Love Grants In A Moment What Toil Can Hardly Achieve In An Age. [ger., In Einem Augenblick Gewahrt Die Liebe Was Muhe Kaum In Langer Zeit Erreicht.]

At All Times It Has Not Been The Age, But Individuals Alone, Who Have Worked For Knowledge. It Was The Age Which Put Socrates To Death By Poison, The Age Which Burnt Huss. The Ages Have Always Remained Alike.

Whatever Is The Object Of A Saint's Hope Is The Subject Of His Prayer.

As Beauteous Is The World, And Many A Joy Floats Through Its Wide Dominion. But, Alas, When We Would Seize The Winged Good, It Flies.

It Is A Mistake For A Taciturn, Serious-minded Woman To Marry A Jovial Man, But Not For A Serious-minded Man To Marry A Lighthearted Woman.

The Angles Even Draw Strength From Gazing On Its Glance, Though None Its Meaning Fathom May; The World's Unwither'd Countenance Is Bright As At Creation's Day.

Dispel Not, The Happy Delusions Of Children.

We Usually Lose Today, Because There Has Been A Yesterday, And Tomorrow Is Coming.

Everything Has Been Thought Of Before, But The Problem Is To Think Of It Again.

Most Men, Even The Most Accomplished, Are Of Limited Faculties; Every One Sets A Value On Certain Qualities In Himself And Others: These Alone He Is Willing To Favour, These Alone Will He Have Cultivated.

He Who Would Reproach An Author For Obscurity Should Look Into His Own Mind To See Whether It Is Quite Clear There. In The Dusk The Plainest Writing Is Illegible.

If You Want Someone To Develop A Specific Trait, Treat Them As Though They Already Had It.

Deeply Earnest And Thoughtful People Stand On Shaky Footing With The Public.

Keep Not Standing Fixed And Rooted. Briskly Venture, Briskly Roam.

Lord Byron Is Only Great As A Poet; As Soon As He Reflects He Is A Child.

Battle Not With Monsters, For Then You Become One.

Character Develops Itself In The Stream Of Life.

Every Offense Is Avenged On Earth.

The Soul That Sees Beauty May Sometimes Walk Alone.

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

The Web Of This World Is Woven Of Necessity And Chance. Woe To Him Who Has Accustomed Himself From His Youth Up To Find Something Necessary In What Is Capricious, And Who Would Ascribe Something Like Reason To Chance And Make A Religion Of Surrendering To It.

The Greatest Happiness For The Thinking Person Is To Have Explored The Explorable And To Venerate In Equanimity That Which Cannotbe Explored.

I Hold To Faith In The Divine Love - Which, So Many Years Ago For A Brief Moment In A Little Corner Of The Earth, Walked About As A Man Bearing The Name Of Jesus Christ - As The Foundation On Which Alone My Happiness Rests.

Win For Yourself That Which Your Fathers Have Won.

I Am Certain That I Have Been Here As I Am Now A Thousand Times Before, And I Hope To Return A Thousand Times... Man Is A Dialogue Between Nature And God. On Other Planets This Dialogue Will Doubtless Be Of A Higher And Profounder Character. What Is Lacking Is Self-knowledge. After That The Rest Will Follow.

Who Strives Always To The Utmost, Him Can We Save.

Mathematicians Are Like Frenchmen: Whatever You Say To Them They Translate Into Their Own Language And Forthwith It Is Something Entirely Different.

Zweck Sein Selbst Ist Jegliches Tier. Each Animal Is An End In Itself.

So Long As You Live And Work, You Will Be Misunderstood; To That You Must Resign Yourself Once And For All. Be Silent!

How Many Kings Are Governed By Their Ministers, How Many Ministers By Their Secretaries? Who, In Such Cases, Is Really The Chief?

But The Valid Issue Is The Extent To Which Man Knows How To Form And Master The Material At His Command.

Mysterious In The Light Of Day, Nature Retains Her Veil, Despite Our Clamours: That Which She Does Not Willingly Display Cannot Be Wrenched From Her With Levers, Screws And Hammers.

It Is The Color Closest To Light. In Its Utmost Purity It Always Implies The Nature Of Brightness And Has A Cheerful, Serene, Gently Stimulating Character. Hence, Experience Teaches Us That Yellow Makes A Thoroughly Warm And Comforting Impression.

Few Are Open To Conviction, But The Majority Of Men Are Open To Persuasion

Truth Is A Torch, But A Terrific One; Therefore We All Try To Reach It With Closed Eyes, Lest We Should Be Scorched.

If Man Thinks About His Physical Or Moral State He Usually Discovers That He Is Ill.

Every Day We Should Hear At Least One Little Song, Read One Good Poem, See One Exquisite Picture, And, If Possible, Speak A Few Sensible Words.

Daring Ideas Are Like Chessmen Moved Forward; They May Be Beaten, But They May Start A Winning Game.

Tolerance Should Really Only Be A Passing Attitude: It Should Lead To Appreciation. To Tolerate Is To Offend.

The Biggest Problem With Every Art Is By The Use Of Appearance To Create A Loftier Reality.

I Never Believed In Trying To Do Anything. Whatever I Set Out To Do I Found I Had Already Accomplished.

Art Is In Itself Noble; That Is Why The Artist Has No Fear Of What Is Common. This, Indeed, Is Already Ennobled When He Takes It Up.

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