The Highest Problem Of Any Art Is

It Is In Vain That A Man Of Sound Mind And Cool Temper Understands The Condition Of Such A Wretched Being... He Can No More Communicate His Own Wisdom To Him Than A Healthy Man Can Instil His Strength Into The Invalid By Whose Bedside He Is Seated.

A Man's Shortcomings Are Taken From His Epoch; His Virtues And Greatness Belong To Himself.

Where The Light Is Brightest, The Shadows Are Deepest.

A Useless Life Is An Early Death.

Those Only Obtain Love, For The Most Part, Who Seek It Not.