The Mortal Race Is Far Too Weak

Art Will Always Be Art.

Mannerism Is Always Longing To Have Done, And Has No True Enjoyment In Work. A Genuine, Really Great Talent, On The Other Hand, Has Its Greatest Happiness In Execution.

Certain Faults Are Necessary For The Existence Of The Individual. We Would Resent It If Old Friends Were To Get Rid Of Certain Peculiarities.

Normally, People Believe That, If They Hear Just Words, That These Words Must Lead To Some Thought.

All Poetry Is Supposed To Be Instructive But In An Unnoticeable Manner; It Is Supposed To Make Us Aware Of What It Would Be Valuable To Instruct Ourselves In; We Must Deduce The Lesson On Our Own, Just As With Life.