A Cure By Regression Is

Dilettantes Appreciate The Work, Professors The Master At The Same Time.

I Know How Ingratitude Burns, How Falsehood Tortures, For I Have Been Deceived In Friendship And In Love; I Have Learned To Lose And To Resign Myself.

This Searching And Doubting And Vacillating Where Nothing Is Clear But The Arrogance Of Quest. I, Too, Had Such Noble Ideas When I Was Still A Boy.

If Someone Took The Finest Marble And Knew How To Shape It Artfully: Prometheus' Material Was Lowly Clay, But His Statues Walked.

Profundity Easily Turns Into Dullness And Astuteness Deteriorates Into Wit. Be Guided By Natural Common Sense And It Will Accommodate Great And Small.