Photography Is A Witness Against The Mistaken

The Blossoms And Leaves In Plenty From The Apple Tree Fall Each Day; The Merry Breezes Approach Them, And With Them Merrily Play.

Reason Exercises Merely The Function Of Preserving Order, Is, So To Say, The Police In The Region Of Art. In Life It Is Mostly A Cold Arithmetician Summing Up Our Follies.

No Talent, But Yet A Character. [ger., Kein Talent, Doch Ein Charakter.]

If You Wish To Strive For Peace Of Soul And Pleasure, Then Believe.

Round My Cradle Shimmered The Last Moonbeams Of The Eighteenth Century And The First Morning Rays Of The Nineteenth.