Create, Artist, Do Not Talk.

Life Seems So Vulgar, So Easily Content With The Commonplace Things Of Every Day, And Yet It Always Nurses And Cherishes Certain Higher Claims In Secret, And Looks About For The Means Of Satisfying Them.

Every Man Bears Something Within Him That, If It Were Publicly Announced, Would Excite Feelings Of Aversion.

He Who Possesses Science And Art, Possesses Religion As Well; He Who Possesses Neither Of These, Had Better Have Religion.

In Society Every Man Is Taken For What He Gives Himself Out To Be; But He Must Give Himself Out To Be Something. Better To Be Slightly Disagreeable Than Altogether Insignificant.

Superstition Belongs To The Essence Of Mankind And Takes Refuge, When One Thinks One Has Suppressed It Completely, In The Strangest Nooks And Crannies; Once It Is Safely Ensconced There, It Suddenly Reappears.