What A Torment It Is To See

If Everyone Sweeps Before His Own Front Door, Then The Street Is Clean.

Riches Amassed In Haste Will Diminish; But Those Collected By Hand And Little By Little Will Multiply.

It Is Unpleasant To Miss Even The Most Trifling Thing To Which We Have Been Accustomed.

What Men Usually Say Of Misfortunes, That They Never Come Alone, May With Equal Truth Be Said Of Good Fortune; Nay, Of Other Circumstances Which Gather Round Us In A Harmonious Way, Whether It Arise From A Kind Of Fatality, Or That Man Has The Power Of Attracting To Himself Things That Are Mutually Related.

The True, Prescriptive Artist Strives After Artistic Truth; The Lawless Artist, Following Blind Instinct, After An Appearance Of Naturalness. The One Leads To The Highest Peaks Of Art, The Other To Its Lowest Depths.