Nature Is The Living, Visible

A Mind, Once Formed, Is Never Suited After, One Yet In Growth Will Ever Grateful Be. [ger., Wer Fertig Ist, Dem Ist Nichts Recht Zu Machen, Ein Werdender Wird Immer Dankbar Sein.]

A Stated Truth Loses Its Grace, But A Repeated Error Appears Insipid And Ridiculous.

In Art It's Not The Thinking That Does The Job, But Making.

It Seems To Never Occur To Fools That Merit And Good Fortune Are Closely United.

We Are Pantheists As Natural Scientists, Polytheists As Poets, And Monotheists As Moral Beings.