Speak For Yourself And From

Over The Meeting Of The Lovers I Draw A Veil. The Burst Of Rapture With Which They Clasped Each Other In A Wild Embrace -- The Many Inquiries -- The Fond Regrets And Thrilling Hopes -- It Is Out Of My Power To Convey. Let Me, Therefore, Leave Them To Their Happiness.

Science Is Not Addressed To Poets.

Individual Experiences Being Limited And Individual Spontaneity Feeble, We Are Strengthened And Enriched By Assimilating The Experience Of Others.

The Artist Is Called A Creator.

If A Work Of Art Is Placed Before Me, I Believe I Can Enjoy It; But I Do Not Overlook The Fact, That Art Is One Thing, Another Thing Amusement; And That People Do Like Amusements, And Will Run After It.