Each Traveler Should Know What He Has

Modern Poets Mix Too Much Water With Their Ink. [ger., Neuere Poeten Thun Viel Wasser In Die Tinte.]

I Have Found Among My Papers A Sheet . . . In Which I Call Architecture Frozen Music.

All Men Would Be Masters Of Others, And No Man Is Lord Of Himself.

Happy The Man Who Early Learns The Wide Chasm That Lies Between His Wishes And His Powers.

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.