Art Compares To Nature Like

This Searching And Doubting And Vacillating Where Nothing Is Clear But The Arrogance Of Quest. I, Too, Had Such Noble Ideas When I Was Still A Boy.

Science And Art, Or By The Same Token, Poetry And Prose Differ From One Another Like A Journey And An Excursion. The Purpose Of The Journey Is Its Goal, The Purpose Of An Excursion Is The Process.

Poetry, It Is Often Said And Loudly So, Is Life's True Mirror. But A Monkey Looking Into A Work Of Literature Looks In Vain For Socrates.

Whoever Places His Trust Into A System Will Soon Be Without A Home. While You Are Building Your Third Story, The Two Lower Ones Have Already Been Dismantled.

I Look Around Me And Nowhere Do I See A Stamp Of Disapproval With Which Nature Marked A Woman's Candid Brow.