Satisfy A Few To Please Many Is

Why Should I Deem Myself To Be A Chisel, When I Could Be The Artist?

Let No One Despair, Even Though In The Darkest Night The Last Star Of Hope May Disappear.

The Painter Is, As To The Execution Of His Work, A Mechanic; But As To His Conception And Spirit And Design He Is Hardly Below Even The Poet.

What Is Life Without The Radiance Of Love?

Full Of Wisdom Are The Ordinations Of Fate.