Personality Is Everything In Art And Poetry.

The Primal Plant Is Going Be The Strangest Creature In The World, Which Nature Herself Must Envy Me. With This Model And The Key To It, It Will Be Possible To Go On For Ever Inventing Plants And Know That Their Existence Is Logical; That Is To Say, If They Do Not Actually Exist, They Could, For They Are Not The Shadowy Phantoms Of A Vain Imagination, But Possess An Inner Necessity And Truth. The Same Law Will Be Applicable To All Other Living Organisms.

I Can Promise To Be Upright, But Not To Be Without Bias. [ger., Aufrichtig Zu Sein Kann Ich Versprechen; Unparteiisch Zu Sein Aber Nicht.]

People Do Not Mind Their Faults Being Spread Out Before Them, But They Become Impatient If Called On To Give Them Up.

The Miller Believes That All The Wheat Grows So That His Mill Keeps Running.

At The End Of Life Thoughts Hitherto Impossible Come To The Collected Mind, Like Good Spirits Which Let Themselves Down From The Shining Heights Of The Past.