There Are Only Two Lasting

I Do Not Speak Of What I Cannot Praise.

The World Is So Great And Rich, And Life So Full Of Variety, That You Can Never Lack Occasions For Poems.

The Fate Of The Architect Is The Strangest Of All. How Often He Expends His Whole Soul, His Whole Heart And Passion, To Produce Buildings Into Which He Himself May Never Enter.

Artists Have A Double Relationship Towards Nature: They Are Her Master And Her Slave At The Same Time. They Are Her Slave In So Far As They Must Work With Means Of This World So As To Be Understood; Her Master In So Far As They Subject These Means To Their Higher Goals And Make Them Subservient To Them.

The Artist May Be Well Advised To Keep His Work To Himself Till It Is Completed, Because No One Can Readily Help Him Or Advise Him With It... But The Scientist Is Wiser Not To Withhold A Single Finding Or A Single Conjecture From Publicity.