Gray Are All The Theories,

Each Has His Own Happiness In His Hands, As The Artist Handles The Rude Clay He Seeks To Reshape It Into A Figure; Yet It Is The Same With This Art As With All Others: Only The Capacity For It Is Innate; The Art Itself Must Be Learned And Painstakingly Practiced.

A Man Is Not Little When He Finds It Difficult To Cope With Circumstances, But When Circumstances Overmaster Him.

What Is Part Of You, You Cannot Get Rid Of, Even If You Were To Throw It Away.

Who Can Think Wise Or Stupid Things At All That Were Not Thought Already In The Past.

Man's Restlessness Makes Him Strive.