Painting And Tattooing The Body

I Hate Everything That Merely Instructs Me Without Augmenting Or Directly Invigorating My Activity.

Whoever Would Understand The Poet Must Go Into The Poet's Country. [ger., Wer Den Dichter Will Verstehen Muss In Dichters Lande Gehen.]

What Is Now The Foliage Moving? Air Is Still, And Hush'd The Breeze, Sultriness, This Fullness Loving, Through The Thicket, From The Trees. Now The Eye At Once Gleams Brightly, See! The Infant Band With Mirth Moves And Dances Nimbly, Lightly, As The Morning Gave It Birth, Flutt'ring Two And Two O'er Earth.

Only Learn To Seize Good Fortune, For Good Fortune's Always Here.

Whoever, In Middle Age, Attempts To Realize The Wishes And Hopes Of His Early Youth, Invariably Deceives Himself. Each Ten Years Of A Man's Life Has Its Own Fortunes, Its Own Hopes, Its Own Desires.