Every Individual Who Is Not Creative Has

When Two Men Quarrel, Who Owns The Cooler Head Is The More To Blame.

Each Has His Own Happiness In His Hands, As The Artist Handles The Rude Clay He Seeks To Reshape It Into A Figure; Yet It Is The Same With This Art As With All Others: Only The Capacity For It Is Innate; The Art Itself Must Be Learned And Painstakingly Practiced.

This Being Busied With Thoughts Of Immortality Is For The Noble Classes And Especially For Women With Nothing To Do. A Solid Person, Though, Someone Who Already Intends To Be Something Worthy Here, And Who Therefore Has To Strive Daily, Has To Struggle And Work, Gives The World To Come A Rest.

There Are Men Who Never Err, Because They Never Propose Anything Rational.

You Don't Love If You Don't Take The Beloved's Faults For Virtues.