With Little Art, Clear Wit

Everything Perfect In Its Kind Has To Transcend Its Own Kind, It Must Become Something Different And Incomparable. In Some Notes The Nightingale Is Still A Bird; Then It Rises Above Its Class And Seems To Suggest To Every Winged Creature What Singing Is Truly Like.

I Can Promise To Be Upright, But Not To Be Without Bias. [ger., Aufrichtig Zu Sein Kann Ich Versprechen; Unparteiisch Zu Sein Aber Nicht.]

What A Man Does Not Understand, He Does Not Possess.

Nature Is Beneficent. I Praise Her And All Her Works. She Is Silent And Wise. She Is Cunning, But For Good Ends. She Has Brought Me Here And Will Also Lead Me Away. She May Scold Me, But She Will Not Hate Her Work. I Trust Her.

People Will Allow Their Faults To Be Shown Them; They Will Let Themselves Be Punished For Them; They Will Patiently Endure Many Things Because Of Them; They Only Become Impatient When They Have To Lay Them Aside.