Art Demands Of Us That We Shall

Only Art And Science Can Raise Men To The Level Of God.

Even In Poverty I Lived Like A King For I Tell You That Nobility Is The Thing That Makes A King

We Mortals With Immortal Minds Are Only Born For Sufferings And Joys, And One Could Almost Say That The Most Excellent Receive Joy Through Sufferings.

Beethoven Can Write Music, Thank God, But He Can Do Nothing Else On Earth.

In The Country It Seems As If Every Tree Said To Me 'holy! Holy!' Who Can Ever Express The Ecstasy Of The Woods! Almighty One, In The Woods I Am Blessed. Happy Every One In The Woods. Every Tree Speaks Through Thee. O God! What Glory In The Woodland.