Only When The Form Grows Clear To

We May Be Sure That A Genius Like Mozart, Were He Born Today, Would Write Concertos Like Chopin And Not Like Mozart.

My Indifference To Money And My Spendthrift Ways Are Disgraceful. You Have No Idea How Reckless I Am; How Often I Practically Throw Money Out Of The Window. I Am Always Making Good Resolutions, But The Next Minute I Forget And Give The Waiter Eightpence.

The Aesthetic Principle Is The Same In Every Art, Only The Material Differs.

Thus It Is Ever In Life. The Aims We Once Pursued No Longer Satisfy Us; We Aim, We Strive, We Aspire, Until Sight Fails, And Mind And Body Find Rest In The Grave.

I Am So Fresh In Soul And Spirit That Life Gushes And Bubbles Around Me In A Thousand Springs.