To Make Converts Is The Natural Ambition

My Peace Is Gone, My Heart Is Heavy. [ger., Meine Ruh Ist Hin, Mein Herz Ist Schwer.]

A Leaf That Is Destined To Grow Large Is Full Of Grooves And Wrinkles At The Start. Now If One Has No Patience And Wants It Smooth Offhand Like A Willow Leaf, There Is Trouble Ahead.

Our Passions Are True Phoenixes; As The Old Burn Out The New Straight Rise Up From The Ashes.

Few Rash Of Any Modern Nation Have A Proper Sense Of An Aesthetical Whole; They Praise And Blame By Parts; They Are Charmed By Passages. And Who Has Greater Reason To Rejoice In This Than Actors, Since The Stage Is Ever But A Patched And Piecemeal Matter?

Few People Have The Imagination For Reality.