A Thousand Policemen Directing Traffic Cannot Tell

Art Never Improves, But... The Material Of Art Is Never Quite The Same.

The Fool,fixed In His Folly,may Think He Can Turn The Wheel On Which He Turns.

The More Perfect The Artist, The More Completely Separate In Him Will Be The Man Who Suffers And The Mind Which Creates.

From A Purely External Point Of View There Is No Will; And To Find Will In Any Phenomenon Requires A Certain Empathy; We Observe Aman's Actions And Place Ourselves Partly But Not Wholly In His Position; Or We Act, And Place Ourselves Partly In The Position Of An Outsider.

The Nobel Is A Ticket To One's Own Funeral. No One Has Ever Done Anything After He Got It.