The Errors Of The Observer Come From

True Art Can Only Spring From The Intimate Linking Of The Serious And The Playful.

There Is No Permanence In Doubt; It Incites The Mind To Closer Inquiry And Experiment, From Which, If Rightly Managed, Certainty Proceeds, And In This Alone Can Man Find Thorough Satisfaction.

I Hate Everything That Merely Instructs Me Without Augmenting Or Directly Invigorating My Activity.

There Speaks The Man Of Truly Noble Ways, Who Will Not Listen To The Words Of Praise. In Modesty Averse, And With Deaf Ears, He Acts As Though The Others Were His Peers.

I Am Not Omniscient, But I Know A Lot.