Still This Planet's Soil For Noble Deeds

Over All The Mountain Tops Is Peace.

In Art, To Express The Infinite One Should Suggest Infinitely More Than Is Expressed.

Ill-humor Is Nothing More Than An Inward Feeling Of Our Own Want Of Merit, A Dissatisfaction With Ourselves Which Is Always United With An Envy That Foolish Vanity Excites.

There Is No Patriotic Art And No Patriotic Science.

Theories Are Usually The Over-hasty Efforts Of An Impatient Understanding That Would Gladly Be Rid Of Phenomena, And So Puts In Their Place Pictures, Notions, Nay, Often Mere Words.