The Confidant Of My Vices

Care Is Taken That Trees Do Not Grow Into The Sky. [ger., Es Ist Dafur Gesorgt, Dass Die Baume Nicht In Den Himmel Wachsen.]

Do Thine Own Task, And Be Therewith Content.

Mankind? That Is An Abstraction. There Have Always Been And Always Will Be Only Individuals.

If Thou Wouldst Hear What Seemly Is And Fit, Inquire Of Noble Woman; They Can Tell, Who In Life's Common Usage Hold Their Place By Graceful Deed And Aptly Chosen Word.

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.