Art Is The Daughter Of Freedom.

To One, Science Is An Exalted Goddess; To Another It Is A Cow Which Provides Him With Butter.

The Voice Of Our Age Seems By No Means Favorable To Art, At All Events To That Kind Of Art To Which My Inquiry Is Directed. The Course Of Events Has Given A Direction To The Genius Of The Time That Threatens To Remove It Continually Further From The Ideal Of Art. For Art Has To Leave Reality, It Has To Raise Itself Bodily Above Necessity And Neediness; For Art Is The Daughter Of Freedom, And It Requires Its Prescriptions And Rules To Be Furnished By The Necessity Of Spirits And Not By That Of Matter.

Honor Women! They Entwine And Weave Heavenly Roses In Our Earthly Life.

Art Is The Right Hand Of Nature. The Latter Has Only Given Us Being, The Former Has Made Us Men.

Disappointments Are To The Soul What A Thunderstorm Is To The Air.