What One Has Wished For In Youth,

Of The Truly Creative No One Is Ever Master; It Must Be Left To Go Its Own Way.

If A Poet Would Work Politically, He Must Give Himself Up To A Party; And So Soon As He Does That, He Is Lost As A Poet.

Love Grants In A Moment What Toil Can Hardly Achieve In An Age. [ger., In Einem Augenblick Gewahrt Die Liebe Was Muhe Kaum In Langer Zeit Erreicht.]

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

There Is No Better Deliverance From The World Than Through Art, And A Man Can Form No Surer Bond With It.