The Will Of Man Is His Happiness.

I Speak With The Eternal Through The Instrument Of Nature, Through The World's History: I Read The Soul Of The Artist In His Apollo.

Never The Grave Gives Back What It Has Won!

A Sublime Soul Can Rise To All Kinds Of Greatness, But By An Effort; It Can Tear Itself From All Bondage, To All That Limits And Constrains It, But Only By Strength Of Will. Consequently The Sublime Soul Is Only Free By Broken Efforts.

The Dream Is Short, Repentance Long.

Posterity Weaves No Garlands For Imitators.