Sing It Not In Mournful

I Respect The Man Who Knows Distinctly What He Wants.

Man Can Find No Better Retreat From The World Than Art, And Man Can Find No Stronger Link With The World Than Art.

Desire Is The Presentiment Of Our Inner Abilities, And The Forerunner Of Our Ultimate Accomplishments.

The Words You've Bandied Are Sufficient; 'tis Deeds That I Prefer To See. [ger., Der Worte Sind Genug Gewechselt, Lasst Mich Auch Endlich Thaten Sehn.]

The World Is So Empty If One Thinks Only Of Mountains, Rivers And Cities; But To Know Someone Who Thinks And Feels With Us, And Who, Though Distant, Is Close To Us In Spirit, This Makes The Earth For Us An Inhabited Garden.