Our Foibles Are Really What Make Us

Artists Have A Double Relationship Towards Nature: They Are Her Master And Her Slave At The Same Time. They Are Her Slave In So Far As They Must Work With Means Of This World So As To Be Understood; Her Master In So Far As They Subject These Means To Their Higher Goals And Make Them Subservient To Them.

The Whole Art Of Living Consists In Giving Up Existence In Order To Exist.

A Talent Can Be Cultivated In Tranquility; A Character Only In The Rushing Stream Of Life.

Miracle Is The Pet Child Of Faith.

The Coward Only Threatens When He Is Safe.