The Little Dissatisfaction Which Every Artist Feels

Only He Is Free Who Cultivates His Own Thoughts And Strives Without Fear To Do Justice To Them.

Truly, One Gets Easier Accustomed To A Silken Bed Than To A Sack Of Leaves.

With Hat In Hand, One Gets On In The World.

What Is All Our Knowledge Worth? We Do Not Even Know What The Weather Will Be Tomorrow.

What Will People Say-in These Words Lies The Tyranny Of The World, The Whole Destruction Of Our Natural Disposition, The Oblique Vision Of Our Minds. These Four Words Hold Sway Everywhere.