I Hate Everything That Merely

It Is Working Within Limits That The Craftsman Reveals Himself.

A Talent Can Be Cultivated In Tranquility; A Character Only In The Rushing Stream Of Life.

Men In A State Of Nature, Uncivilized Nations, Children, Have A Great Fondness For Colors In Their Utmost Brightness, And Especially For Yellow-red.

To Every One [nature] Appears In A Form Of His Own. She Hides Herself In A Thousand Names And Terms, And Is Always The Same.

It Is A Misfortune To Pass At Once From Observation To Conclusion, And To Regard Both As Of Equal Value; But It Befalls Many A Student.