Let No One Be Like Another, Yet

Few Rash Of Any Modern Nation Have A Proper Sense Of An Aesthetical Whole; They Praise And Blame By Parts; They Are Charmed By Passages. And Who Has Greater Reason To Rejoice In This Than Actors, Since The Stage Is Ever But A Patched And Piecemeal Matter?

A School Of Art Or Of Anything Else Is To Be Looked On As A Single Individual, Who Keeps Talking To Himself For A Hundred Years, And Feels An Extreme Satisfaction With His Own Circle Of Favorite Ideas, Be They Ever So Silly.

Where There Is Much Light, The Shadows Are Deepest. [ger., Wo Viel Licht Is, Ist Starker Schatten.]

The Greatest Joy Of A Thinking Man Is To Have Searched The Explored And To Quietly Revere The Unexplored.

Painting Predicates What Man Wants To See, And What Man Ought To See, Not What He Ordinarily Sees.