I Hate All Bungling As I Do

There Are People Who Make No Mistakes Because They Never Wish To Do Anything Worth Doing.

Woe To Falsehood! It Affords No Relief To The Breast, Like Truth; It Gives Us No Comfort, Pains Him Who Forges It, And Like An Arrow Directed By A God Flies Back And Wounds The Archer.

In Art, To Express The Infinite One Should Suggest Infinitely More Than Is Expressed.

Battle Not With Monsters, For Then You Become One.

Assuredly There Is No More Lovely Worship Of God Than That For Which No Image Is Required, But Which Springs Up In Our Breast Spontaneously When Nature Speaks To The Soul, And The Soul Speaks To Nature Face To Face.