It Is Equally A Mistake

The Artist Alone Sees Spirits. But After He Has Told Of Their Appearing To Him, Everybody Sees Them.

Hatred Is Partial, But Love Is Still More So.

Man Knows Himself Only Insofar As He Knows The World, Becoming Aware Of It If Only Within Himself, And Of Himself Self Only Within It. Each New Subject, Well Observed, Opens Up Within Us A New Organ Of Thought.

Is Not The Core Of Nature In The Heart Of Man?

The Rose Is Wont With Pride To Swell, And Ever Seeks To Rise.