After Fifteen Minutes Nobody Looks

Everyone Believes In His Youth That The World Really Began With Him, And That All Merely Exists For His Sake.

Art Is In Itself Noble; That Is Why The Artist Has No Fear Of What Is Common. This, Indeed, Is Already Ennobled When He Takes It Up.

Once More I Am A Wanderer, A Pilgrim, Through The World. But What Else Are You?

Oh God, How Do The World And Heavens Confine Themselves, When Our Hearts Tremble In Their Own Barriers!

One Would Give Generous Alms If One Had The Eyes To See The Beauty Of A Cupped Receiving Hand.