No One As Ever Completed Their Apprenticeship.

No Skill Or Art Is Needed To Grow Old; The Trick Is To Endure It.

Classicism Is Health, Romanticisim Is Sickness.

No Wonder We Are All More Or Less Pleased With Mediocrity, Since It Leaves Us At Rest, And Gives The Same Comfortable Feeling As When One Associates With His Equals.

In The Realm Of Ideas Everything Depends On Enthusiasm... In The Real World All Rests On Perseverance.

I Am Proud Of My Heart Alone, It Is The Sole Source Of Everything, All Our Strenght, Happiness & Misery. All The Knowledge I Possess Everyone Else Can Acquire, But My Heart Is All My Own