We Are The Slaves Of Objects Around

If We Meet Someone Who Owes Us A Debt Of Gratitude, We Remember The Fact At Once. How Often We Can Meet Someone To Whom We Owe A Debt Of Gratitude Without Thinking About It At All!

The Summit Charms Us, The Steps To It Do Not; With The Heights Before Our Eyes, We Like To Linger In The Plain. It Is Only A Part Of Art That Can Be Taught; But The Artist Needs The Whole. He Who Is Only Half Instructed Speaks Much And Is Always Wrong; Who Knows It Wholly Is Content With Acting And Speaks Seldom Or Late.

In Every Artist There Is A Touch Of Audacity Without Which No Talent Is Conceivable.

When She Sees The Leaves Fall, They Raise No Other Idea In Her Mind Than That Winter Is Approaching.

When I Err Every One Can See It, But Not When I Lie. [ger., Wenn Ich Irre Kann Es Jeder Bemerken; Wenn Ich Luge, Nicht.]