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Enjoy What Thou Has Inherited From Thy Sires If Thou Wouldn't Really Possess It. What We Employ And Use Is Never An Oppressive Burden; What The Moment Brings Forth, That Only Can It Profit By.

Ohne Hast, Aber Ohne Rast. - Without Haste, But Without Rest.

It Is With Art As With Love: How Can A Man Of The World,with All His Distractions, Keep The Inwardness Which An Artist Must Possess If He Hopes To Attain Perfection? That Inwardness Which The Spectator Must Share If He Is To Understand The Work As The Artist Wishes And Hopes... Believe Me, Talents Are Like Virtues; Either You Must Love Them For Their Own Sake Or Renounce Them Altogether. And They Are Only Recognized And Rewarded When We Have Practised Them In Secret, Like A Dangerous Mystery."

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

Nature! We Live In Her Midst And Know Her Not. She Is Incessantly Speaking To Us, But Betrays Not Her Secret. We Constantly Act Upon Her, And Yet Have No Power Over Her. Variant: Nature! We Are Surrounded And Embraced By Her: Powerless To Separate Ourselves From Her, And Powerless To Penetrate Beyond Her.