The Deepest, The Only Theme Of Human

The Mediator Of The Inexpressible Is The Work Of Art.

We Talk Too Much. We Should Talk Less And Draw More.

To Me The External Existence Of My Soul Is Proved From My Idea Of Activity. If I Work Incessantly Until My Death, Nature Will Give Me Another Form Of Existence When The Present Can No Longer Sustain My Spirit.

Choose Well. Your Choice Is Brief, And Yet Endless.

Who Longs In Solitude To Live, Ah! Soon His Wish Will Gain: Men Hope And Love, Men Get And Give, And Leave Him To His Pain.