He Who Cannot Draw On Three Thousand

Progress Has Not Followed A Straight Ascending Line, But A Spiral With Rhythms Of Progress And Retrogression, Of Evolution And Dissolution.

My Counsel Is, To Force Nothing, And Rather To Trifle And Sleep Away All Unproductive Days And Hours, Than On Such Days To Compose Something That Will Afterwards Give No Pleasure.

Noble Be Man, Helpful And Good!

One Is Never Satisfied With The Portrait Of A Person That One Knows.

The Heights Charm Us, But The Steps Do Not; With The Mountain In Our View We Love To Walk The Plains.