The Artist Has A Twofold Relation To

What Is My Life If I Am No Longer Useful To Others.

And Here, Poor Fool, With All My Lore I Stand No Wiser Than Before.

Hold Your Powers Together For Something Good And Let Everything Go That Is For You Without Result And Is Not Suited To You.

A Mind, Once Formed, Is Never Suited After, One Yet In Growth Will Ever Grateful Be. [ger., Wer Fertig Ist, Dem Ist Nichts Recht Zu Machen, Ein Werdender Wird Immer Dankbar Sein.]

Change Amuses The Mind, But Rarely Profits.