I Know Nothing More Mocking

The Artist Who Is Not Also A Craftsman Is No Good; But, Alas, Most Of Our Artists Are Nothing Else.

The Senses Do Not Deceive Us, But The Judgment Does.

Only The Heart Without A Stain Knows Ease.

Solitude Is Fine When You Are At Peace With Yourself And Have Something Definite To Do.

The Words You've Bandied Are Sufficient; 'tis Deeds That I Prefer To See. [ger., Der Worte Sind Genug Gewechselt, Lasst Mich Auch Endlich Thaten Sehn.]