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When The Boy Begins To Understand That The Visible Point Is Preceded By An Invisible Point, That The Shortest Distance Between Two Points Is Conceived As A Straight Line Before It Is Ever Drawn With Pencil And Paper...the Fountain Of All Thought Has Been Opened To Him...the Philosopher Can Reveal Him Nothing New, As A Geometrician He Has Discovered The Basis Of All Thought.

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When The Boy Begins

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

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When The Boy Begins To Understand That The Visible Point Is Preceded By An Invisible Point, That The Shortest Distance Between Two Points Is Conceived As A Straight Line Before It Is Ever Drawn With Pencil And Paper...the Fountain Of All Thought Has Been Opened To Him...the Philosopher Can Reveal Him Nothing New, As A Geometrician He Has Discovered The Basis Of All Thought.

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

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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.

All Of Us Have Life; Few Of Us Have An Idea Of It.

Yes, I Have Finally Arrived To This Capital Of The World! I Now See All The Dreams Of My Youth Coming To Life... Only In Rome Is It Possible To Understand Rome.

The Person Who In Shaky Times Also Wavers Only Increases The Evil, But The Person Of Firm Decision Fashions The Universe.

It Seems To Never Occur To Fools That Merit And Good Fortune Are Closely United.

Sowing Is Not As Difficult As Reaping.

The Longer I Live, The More It Grieves Me To See Man, Who Occupies His Supreme Place For The Very Purpose Of Imposing His Will Upon Nature, And Freeing Himself And His From An Outrageous Necessity--to See Him Taken Up With Some False Notion, And Doing Just The Opposite Of What He Wants To Do; And Then, Because The Whole Bent Of His Mind Is Spoilt, Bungling Miserably Over Everything.

The Effects Of Good Music Are Not Just Because It's New; On The Contrary Music Strikes Us More The More Familiar We Are With It.

Hypotheses Are Lullabies For Teachers To Sing Their Students To Sleep.

There Are People Who Make No Mistakes Because They Never Wish To Do Anything Worth Doing.

No One Would Talk Much In Society If They Knew How Often They Misunderstood Others.

When The Boy Begins To Understand That The Visible Point Is Preceded By An Invisible Point, That The Shortest Distance Between Two Points Is Conceived As A Straight Line Before It Is Ever Drawn With Pencil And Paper...the Fountain Of All Thought Has Been Opened To Him...the Philosopher Can Reveal Him Nothing New, As A Geometrician He Has Discovered The Basis Of All Thought.

It Is A Great Error To Take Oneself For More Than One Is, Or For Less Than One Is Worth.

If A Man Sets Out To Study All The Laws, He Will Have No Time Left To Transgress Them.

Let There Be Truth Between Us.

Love Is An Ideal Thing, Marriage A Real Thing; A Confusion Of The Real With The Ideal Never Goes Unpunished.

He Who Does Not Stretch Himself According To The Coverlet Finds His Feet Uncovered.

Men Are Joined By Conviction, Sundered By Opinion.

Beauty Is Everywhere A Welcome Guest.

Let No One Be Like Another, Yet Everyone Like The Highest. How Is This Done? Be Each One Perfect In Himself.

Meaning Of Life

The Coward Only Threatens When He Is Safe.

Talents Are Nurtured Best In Solitude, But Character On Life's Tempestuous Seas!

Men Are So Constituted That Every One Undertakes What He Sees Another Successful In, Whether He Has Aptitude For It Or Not.

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.

There Is Nothing More Frightful Than An Active Ignorance. [ger., Es Ist Nichts Schrecklicher Als Eine Thatige Unwissenheit.]

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

Continue To Make The Demands Of The Day Your Immediate Concern, And Take Occasion To Test The Purity Of Your Hearts And The Steadfastness Of Your Spirits. When You Then Take A Deep Breath And Rise Above The Cares Of This World And In An Hour Of Leisure, You Will Surely Win The Proper Frame Of Mind To Face Devoutly What Is Above Us, With Reverence, Seeing In All Events The Manifestation Of A Higher Guidance.

Of All Peoples The Greeks Have Dreamt The Dream Of Life Best.

We Amuse Ourselves Painting Our Prison-walls With Bright Figures And Brilliant Landscapes.

What Is Not Started Today Is Never Finished Tomorrow.

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

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?

The Beautiful Is A Phenomenon Which Is Never Apparent Of Itself, But Is Reflected In A Thousand Different Works Of The Creator.

The Public Wishes Itself To Be Managed Like A Woman; One Must Say Nothing To It Except What It Likes To Hear.

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.

Energy Will Do Anything That Can Be Done In The World; And No Talents, No Circumstances, No Opportunities Will Make A Two-legged Animal A Man Without It.

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.

The Beginning Of Faith Is The Beginning Of Fruitfulness; But The Beginning Of Unbelief, However Glittering, Is Empty.

What A Mighty Spirit In A Narrow Bosom. [ger., Welch' Hoher Geist In Einer Engen Brust.]

I Respect The Man Who Knows Distinctly What He Wants.

A Reasonable Man Needs Only To Practice Moderation To Find Happiness.

Let Everyone Sweep In Front Of His Own Door, And The Whole World Will Be Clean.

As To The Value Of Conversions, God Alone Can Judge. God Alone Can Know How Wide Are The Steps Which The Soul Has To Take Before It Can Approach To A Community With Him, To The Dwelling Of The Perfect, Or To The Intercourse And Friendship Of Higher Natures.

The History Of Knowledge Is A Great Fugue In Which The Voices Of The Nations One After The Other Emerge.

The Assault Of Our Enemies Is Not Part Of Our Life; It Is Only Part Of Our Experience; We Throw It Off And Guard Ourselves Against It As Against Frost, Storm, Rain, Hail, Or Any Other Of The External Evils Which May Be Expected To Happen.

Come My Little One, And Give Me Your Hand.

When Young, One Is Confident To Be Able To Build Palaces For Mankind, But When The Time Comes One Has One's Hands Full Just To Be Able To Remove Their Trash.

What Matters In Art Is Not Thinking But Making.

Someone Criticized An Elderly Man For Wooing Young Women. He Replied That That Was The Only Way To Rejuvenation, Which Was, Afterall, Everybody's Wish.

Everything Is Both Simpler Than We Can Imagine And More Entangled Than We Can Conceive.

Many Hammer All Over The Wall And Believe That With Each Blow They Hit The Nail On The Head.

Where The Light Is Brightest, The Shadows Are Deepest.

We Always Hope, And In All Things It Is Better To Hope Than To Despair.

A Really Great Talent Finds Its Happiness In Execution.

When You Praise Someone You Call Yourself His Equal.

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.

Whoever Gives Himself Up To Solitude, Ah! He Is Soon Alone.

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

I Have Found A Paper Of Mine Among Some Others In Which I Call Architecture 'petrified Music.' Really There Is Something In This; The Tone Of Mind Produced By Architecture Approaches The Effect Of Music.

There Is Nothing More Frightful Than Ignorance In Action.

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There Is No Patriotic Art And No Patriotic Science.

I Hate Everything That Merely Instructs Me Without Augmenting Or Directly Invigorating My Activity.

The Intelligent Man Finds Almost Everything Ridiculous, The Sensible Man Hardly Anything.

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The Proper Place For Liberality Is In The Realm Of The Emotions.

The Most Difficult Thing Is What Is Thought To Be The Simplest; To Really See The Things Which Are Before Your Eyes.

Power Is Neither Male Nor Female.

Beauty And Genius Must Be Kept Afar If One Would Avoid Becoming Their Slave.

People May Live As Much Retired From The World As They Please; But Sooner Or Later, Before They Are Aware, They Will Find Themselves Debtor Or Creditor To Somebody.

Animals, We Have Been Told, Are Taught By Their Organs. Yes, I Would Add, And So Are Men, But Men Have This Further Advantage That They Can Also Teach Their Organs In Return.

Every Offense Is Avenged On Earth.

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Die Zeit Ist Selbst Ein Element. Time Is Itself An Element.

It Is A Misfortune To Pass At Once From Observation To Conclusion, And To Regard Both As Of Equal Value; But It Befalls Many A Student.

For A Brave Man Deserves A Well-endowed Girl. [ger., Denn Ein Wackerer Mann Verdient Ein Begutertes Madchen.]

He Who Is Firm In Will Molds The World To Himself. [ger., Aber Wer Fest Auf Dem Sinne Beharrt, Der Bildet Die Welt Sich.]

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Enjoy What You Can, Endure What You Must.

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Thought Expands, But Paralyzes; Action Animates, But Narrows.

In Art, The Best Is Good Enough.

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.

That We Understand Something Perfectly, That We Accomplish Something Better Than Anyone Else Around Us, That Is What Matters.

There Is Not A Single Outward Mark Of Courtesy That Does Not Have A Deep Moral Basis.

Can A Sparrow Know How A Stork Feels?

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.

We Must Not Take The Faults Of Our Youth With Us Into Old Age, For Age Brings Along Its Own Defects.

My Worthy Friend, Gray Are All Theories And Green Alone Life's Golden Tree.

The Decline In Literature Indicates A Decline In The Nation. The Two Keep Pace In Their Downward Tendency.

One Must Be Something To Be Able To Do Something.

Human Condition

Distrust Those In Whom The Desire To Punish Is Strong.

One Never Goes So Far As When One Doesn't Know Where One Is Going.

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.

Things Which Matter Most Must Never Be At The Mercy Of Things Which Matter Least.

The Clever Reader Who Is Capable Or Reading Between These Lines What Does Not Stand Written In Them But Is Nevertheless Implied Will Be Able To Form Some Conception.

An Actor Should Take Lessons From A Painter And A Sculptor.

If You Want To Reach The Infinite, Then Explore Every Aspect Of The Finite.

Every Situation--nay, Every Moment--is Of Infinite Worth; For It Is The Representative Of A Whole Eternity.

Nothing Is Worth More Than This Day. You Cannot Relive Yesterday. Tomorrow Is Still Beyond Your Reach.

The Works Of Lavoisier And His Associates Operated Upon Many Of Us At That Time Like The Sun's Rising After A Night Of Moonshine: But Chemistry Is Now Betrothed To The Mathematics, And Is In Consequence Grown Somewhat Shy Of Her Former Admirers.

Create, Artist, Do Not Talk.

Beware Of A Man Of One Book.

Whoever Strenuously Endeavors, Him We Can Rescue.

Analysis And Synthesis Are Both As Necessary To The Thinking Spirit As Inspiration And Expiration To The Organism.

The Mediator Of The Inexpressible Is The Work Of Art.

Faith Is Hidden Household Capital.

Sing It Not In Mournful Numbers.

No Limit, No Definition, May Restrict The Range Or Depth Of The Human Spirit's Passage Into Its Own Secrets Or The World's.

Do Not Hurry; Do Not Rest.

Age Does Not Make Us Childish, As Some Say; It Finds Us True Children.

The Iron Hand Of Necessity Commands, And Her Stern Decree Is Supreme Law, To Which The Gods Even Must Submit. In Deep Silence Rules The Uncounselled Sister Of Eternal Fate. Whatever She Lays Upon Thee, Endure; Perform Whatever She Commands.

The More One Knows, The More One Comprehends, The More One Realizes That Everything Turns In A Circle.

Nature Understands No Jesting. She Is Always True, Always Serious, Always Severe. She Is Always Right, And The Errors Are Always Those Of Man.

Certain Defects Are Necessary For The Existence Of Individuality.

Classicism Is Health, Romanticisim Is Sickness.

Self-knowledge Comes From Knowing Other Men.

The Evil One Has Left, The Evil Ones Remain. [ger., Den Bosen Sind Sie Los, Die Bosen Sind Geblieben.]

The Real Scholar Learns How To Evolve The Unknown From The Known, And Draws Near The Master.

You Shall Abstain, Shall Abstain. That Is The Eternal Song.

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

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

You Are, When All Is Done-just What You Are.

Blood Is A Juice Of Rarest Quality. [ger., Blut Ist Ein Ganz Beondrer Saft.]

We're Really Up Against It, We Poor Women: A Bachelor's A Hard Thing To Convert

Superstition Is Part Of The Poetry Of Life.

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

What Men Usually Say Of Misfortunes, That They Never Come Alone, May With Equal Truth Be Said Of Good Fortune; Nay, Of Other Circumstances Which Gather Round Us In A Harmonious Way, Whether It Arise From A Kind Of Fatality, Or That Man Has The Power Of Attracting To Himself Things That Are Mutually Related.

Superstition Is The Poetry Of Life. It Is Inherent In Man's Nature; And When We Think It Is Wholly Eradicated, It Takes Refuge In The Strangest Holes And Corners, Whence It Peeps Out All At Once, As Soon As It Can Do It With Safety.

A Human Being Needs Only A Small Plot Of Ground On Which To Be Happy, And Even Less To Lie Beneath.

Whatever We May Say Against Collections, Which Present Authors In A Disjointed Form, They Nevertheless Bring About Many Excellent Results. We Are Not Always So Composed, So Full Of Wisdom, That We Are Able To Take In At Once The Whole Scope Of A Work According To Its Merits. Do We Not Mark In A Book Passages Which Seem To Have A Direct Reference To Ourselves? Young People Especially, Who Have Failed In Acquiring A Complete Cultivation Of Mind, Are Roused In A Praiseworthy Way By Brilliant Passages.

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

Alas! How Much There Is In Education, And In Our Social Institutions, To Prepare Us And Our Children For Insanity.

A Vain Man Can Never Be Altogether Rude. Desirous As He Is Of Pleasing, He Fashions His Manners After Those Of Others.

We Must Always Change, Renew, Rejuvenate Ourselves; Otherwise, We Harden.

The Day Of Fortune Is Like A Harvest Day, We Must Be Busy When The Corn Is Ripe. [ger., Ein Tag Der Gunst Ist Wie Ein Tag Der Ernte, Man Muss Geschaftig Sein Sobald Sie Reift.]

Truth Has To Be Repeated Constantly, Because Error Also Is Being Preached All The Time, And Not Just By A Few, But By The Multitude. In The Press And Encyclopaedias, In Schools And Universities, Everywhere Error Holds Sway, Feeling Happy And Comfortable In The Knowledge Of Having Majority On Its Side.

We Are Our Own Devils; We Drive Ourselves Out Of Our Edens.

If We Could Do Away With Death, We Wouldn't Object; To Do Away With Capital Punishment Will Be More Difficult. Were That To Happen, We Would Reinstate It From Time To Time.

Well-mannered Children Could Be Conceived If The Parents Were Well-mannered.

The Most Damaging Prejudice Consists Of Banning Any Kind Of Investigation Of Nature.

Be Generous With Kindly Words, Especially About Those Who Are Absent.

Whether One Show One's Self A Man Of Genius In Science Or Compose A Song, The Only Point Is, Whether The Thought, The Discovery, The Deed, Is Living And Can Live On.

The Experiences Show Us Just As We Are; They Make Us See Our Own Defects.

Nature! We Are Surrounded By Her And Locked In Her Clasp: Powerless To Leave Her, And Powerless To Come Closer To Her. Unasked And Unwarned She Takes Us Up Into The Whirl Of Her Dance, And Hurries On With Us Till We Are Weary And Fall From Her Arms.

Seldom In The Business And Transactions Of Ordinary Life, Do We Find The Sympathy We Want.

Hatred Is Active Displeasure, Envy Passive. We Need Not Wonder That Envy Turns To Soon To Hatred.

The Day Is Committed To Error And Floundering; Success And Achievement Are Matters Of Long Range.

Only The Soul That Loves Is Happy

True Happiness Springs From Moderation. [ger., Aus Massigkeit Entspringt Ein Reines Gluck.]

No Matter What One Says, You Can Recognize Only Those Matters That Are Equal To You. Only Rulers Who Possess Extraordinary Abilities Will Recognize And Esteem Properly Extraordinary Abilities In Their Subjects And Servants.

The Few Of Understanding, Vision Rare, Who Veiled Not From The Herd Their Hearts, But Tried, Poor Generous Fools, To Lay Their Feelings Bare, Them Have Men Always Burnt And Crucified.

To Live In A Great Idea Means To Treat The Impossible As Though It Were Possible. It Is Just The Same With A Strong Character; And When An Idea And A Character Meet, Things Arise Which Fill The World With Wonder For Thousands Of Years.

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.

We Are So Constituted That We Believe The Most Incredible Things; And, Once They Are Engraved Upon The Memory, Woe To Him Who Would Endeavor To Erase Them.

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.

One Mind Is Enough For A Thousand Hands.

Error Is To Truth As Sleep Is To Waking. I Have Observed That One Turns, As If Refreshed, From Error Back To Truth.

Boldness Has Power, Magic And Genius In It.

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.

Hypotheses Are The Scaffolds Which Are Erected In Front Of A Building And Removedd When The Building Is Completed. They Are Indispensable To The Worker; But The Worker Must Not Mistake The Scaffolding For The Building.

A Well-bred Carriage Is Difficult To Imitate; For In Strictness It Is Negative, And It Implies A Long-continued Previous Training.

Out Of Moderation A Pure Happiness Springs.

The Poet Should Seize The Particular, And He Should, If There Be Anything Sound In It, Thus Represent The Universal.

Being Brilliant Is No Great Feat If You Respect Nothing.

A Man's Manners Are A Mirror In Which He Shows His Portrait.

Still This Planet's Soil For Noble Deeds Grants Scope Abounding.

When We Treat Man As He Is, We Make Him Worse Than He Is; When We Treat Him As If He Already Were What He Potentially Could Be, We Make Him What He Should Be.

Truth Must Be Repeated Again And Again, Because Error Is Constantly Being Preached Round About.

Again And Again

We Can Stand Only A Certain Amount Of Unhappiness; Anything Beyond That Annihilates Us Or Passes Us By, Leaving Us Apathethetic.

What Chance Gathers, She Easily Scatters. A Great Person Attracts Great People And Knows How To Hold Them Together.

Fortunately, We Can Take In Only So Much Misfortune; What Exceeds That Limit Either Destroys Us Or Leaves Us Indifferent.

Everything Is Hard Before It Is Easy.

Shakespeare Is Dangerous To Young Poets; They Cannot But Reproduce Him, While They Fancy That They Produce Themselves.

Tell Me With Whom You Associate, And I Will Tell You Who You Are.

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

The Use Of A Thing Is Only A Part Of Its Significance. To Know Anything Thoroughly, To Have The Full Command Of It In All Its Appliances, We Must Study It On Its Own Account, Independently Of Any Special Application.

Sometimes Our Fate Resembles A Fruit Tree In Winter. Who Would Think That Those Branches Would Turn Green Again And Blossom, But We Hope It, We Know It.

If You Have Science And Art, You Also Have Religion; But If You Don't Have Them, You Better Have Religion.

The Artist May Be Well Advised To Keep His Work To Himself Till It Is Completed, Because No One Can Readily Help Him Or Advise Him With It... But The Scientist Is Wiser Not To Withhold A Single Finding Or A Single Conjecture From Publicity.

Dispel Not, The Happy Delusions Of Children.

Conscience Is The Virtue Of The Observers Not The Agents Of Action

Take Care Of Your Body With Steadfast Fidelity.

It Is Unpleasant To Miss Even The Most Trifling Thing To Which We Have Been Accustomed.

But One Must Know Where One Stands, And Where The Others Wish To Go.

We Lay Aside Letters Never To Read Them Again, And At Last We Destroy Them Out Discretion, And So Disappears The Most Immediate Breath Of Life, Irrecoverably For Ourselves And For Others.

The One Who Always Strives, That One Can Be Redeemed.

The Artist Has A Twofold Relation To Nature; He Is At Once Her Master And Her Slave.

Let's Plunge Ourselves Into The Roar Of Time, The Whirl Of Accident; May Pain And Pleasure, Success And Failure, Shift As They Will -- It's Only Action That Can Make A Man.

By The Artist's Seizing Any One Object From Nature, That Object No Longer Is Part Of Nature. One Can Go So Far As To Say That Theartist Creates The Object In That Very Moment By Emphasizing Its Significant, Characteristic, And Interesting Aspects Or, Rather, By Adding The Higher Values.

In The Colored Reflection We Have Life.

Generally Speaking, An Author's Style Is A Faithful Copy Of His Mind. If You Would Write A Lucid Style, Let There First Be Light In Your Own Mind; And If You Would Write A Grand Style, You Ought To Have A Grand Character.

Destiny Grants Us Our Wishes, But In Its Own Way, In Order To Give Us Something Beyond Our Wishes.

It Used To Happen, And Still Happens, To Me To Take No Pleasure In A Work Of Art At The First Sight Of It, Because It Is Too Much For Me; But If I Suspect Any Merit In It, I Try To Get At It; And Then I Never Fail To Make The Most Gratifying Discoveries--to Find New Qualities In The Work Itself And New Faculties In Myself.

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