The Artist Has A Twofold

It Is In Vain That A Man Of Sound Mind And Cool Temper Understands The Condition Of Such A Wretched Being... He Can No More Communicate His Own Wisdom To Him Than A Healthy Man Can Instil His Strength Into The Invalid By Whose Bedside He Is Seated.

Only The Heart Without A Stain Knows Perfect Ease. [ger., Ganz Unbefleckt Geniesst Sich Nur Das Herz.]

Art Is In Itself Noble; That Is Why The Artist Has No Fear Of What Is Common. This, Indeed, Is Already Ennobled When He Takes It Up.

No One Is Willing To Believe That Adults Too, Like Children, Wander About This Earth In A Daze And, Like Children, Do Not Know Where They Come From Or Where They Are Going, Act As Rarely As They Do According To Genuine Motives, And Are As Thoroughly Governed As They Are By Biscuits And Cake And The Rod.

He Who Cannot Draw On Three Thousand Years Is Living From Hand To Mouth.