And Those Whom Once My Song Had

To Like Things Like, Whatever One May Ail; There Is Certain Help.

I Have Often Reaped What Others Have Sowed. My Work Is The Work Of A Collective Being That Bears The Name Goethe.

Life Is Not Anything, But An Opportunity For Something.

The Summit Charms Us, The Steps To It Do Not; With The Heights Before Our Eyes, We Like To Linger In The Plain. It Is Only A Part Of Art That Can Be Taught; But The Artist Needs The Whole. He Who Is Only Half Instructed Speaks Much And Is Always Wrong; Who Knows It Wholly Is Content With Acting And Speaks Seldom Or Late.

By Nature We Have No Defect That Could Not Become A Strength, No Strength That Could Not Become A Defect.