On All The Peaks Lies

It Is Not Given To Us To Grasp The Truth, Which Is Identical With The Divine, Directly. We Perceive It Only In Reflection, In Example And Symbol, In Singular And Related Appearances. It Meets Us As A Kind Of Life Which Is Incomprehensible To Us, And Yet We Cannot Free Ourselves From The Desire To Comprehend It.

It Is Unpleasant To Miss Even The Most Trifling Thing To Which We Have Been Accustomed.

Were Not The Eye Made To Receive The Rays Of The Sun, It Could Not Behold The Sun; If The Peculiar Power Of God Lay Not In Us, How Could The Godlike Charm Us?

Man Can Find No Better Retreat From The World Than Art, And Man Can Find No Stronger Link With The World Than Art.

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