Every Great Idea Exerts, On First Appearing,

The Old Lose One Of The Greatest Privileges Of Man, For They Are No Longer Judged By Their Contemporaries.

Artists Have A Double Relationship Towards Nature: They Are Her Master And Her Slave At The Same Time. They Are Her Slave In So Far As They Must Work With Means Of This World So As To Be Understood; Her Master In So Far As They Subject These Means To Their Higher Goals And Make Them Subservient To Them.

It Is Easier To Perceive Error Than To Find Truth, For The Former Lies On The Surface And Is Easily Seen, While The Latter Lies In The Depth, Where Few Are Willing To Search For It.

The Fine Emotions Whence Our Lives We Mold Lie In The Earthly Tumult Dumb And Cold.

Poor Fool! In Whose Petty Estimation All Things Are Little.