It Is Not A Matter Of Desire,

Pity, But Never Love Bestows Kind Words Upon The Slave.

A Flutist Who Is Moved To Tears By His Own Performance Will Soon Make The Listeners Laugh Because Of The Sounds That He Produces.

Why Must Ancients, And Provided The Same Talent, Be Better Than Modern Authors? Free To Exploit The Vast Realm Of The Simpleand The Natural, They Did Not Have To Be Artificial In Order To Be Original (which Every Artist Aspires To Be).

If Someone Took The Finest Marble And Knew How To Shape It Artfully: Prometheus' Material Was Lowly Clay, But His Statues Walked.

Schiller Moves Upward. Goethe Comes From Up Above.