Every Reader, If He Has

Talents Are Nurtured Best In Solitude, But Character On Life's Tempestuous Seas!

A School Of Art Or Of Anything Else Is To Be Looked On As A Single Individual, Who Keeps Talking To Himself For A Hundred Years, And Feels An Extreme Satisfaction With His Own Circle Of Favorite Ideas, Be They Ever So Silly.

The March Of Intellect, Which Licks All The World Into Shape, Has Even Reached The Devil.

Ohne Hast, Aber Ohne Rast. - Without Haste, But Without Rest.

Whoever Gives Himself Up To Solitude, Ah! He Is Soon Alone.