We Amuse Ourselves Painting Our

A Wife Is A Gift Bestowed Upon A Man To Reconcile Him To The Loss Of Paradise.

To Blow Is Not To Play On The Flute; You Must Move The Fingers. [ger., Blasen Ist Nicht Floten, Ihr Musst Die Finger Bewegen.]

There Are Situations In Which Hope And Fear Run Together, In Which They Mutually Destroy One Another And Lose Themselves In Dull Indifference.

Higher Aims Are In Themselves More Valuable, Even If Unfulfilled, Than Lower Ones Quite Attained.

Nothing Is More Disgusting Than The Majority: Because It Consists Of A Few Powerful Predecessors, Of Rogues Who Adapt Themselves, Of Weak Who Assimilate Themselves, And The Masses Who Imitate Without Knowing At All What They Want.