Collectors Are Happy People.

The World Is So Full Of Simpletons And Madmen, That One Need Not Seek Them In A Madhouse.

Many Young Painters Would Never Have Taken Their Pencils In Hand If They Could Have Felt, Known, And Understood, Early Enough, What Really Produced A Master Like Raphael.

There Are Three Classes Of Readers; Some Enjoy Without Judgment; Others Judge Without Enjoyment; And Some There Are Who Judge While They Enjoy, And Enjoy While They Judge. The Latter Class Reproduces The Work Of Art On Which It Is Engaged. Its Numbers Are Very Small.

The Evil One Has Left, The Evil Ones Remain. [ger., Den Bosen Sind Sie Los, Die Bosen Sind Geblieben.]

Pain And Pleasure, Good And Evil, Come To Us From Unexpected Sources. It Is Not There Where We Have Gathered Up Our Brightest Hopes, That The Dawn Of Happiness Breaks. It Is Not There Where We Have Glanced Our Eye With Affright, That We Find The Deadliest Gloom. What Should This Teach Us? To Bow To The Great And Only Source Of Light, And Live Humbly And With Confiding Resignation.