Many Young Painters Would Never Have Taken

Wanted: A Dog That Neither Barks Nor Bites, Eats Broken Glass And Shits Diamonds.

The Flowers Are Full Of Honey, But Only The Bee Finds Out The Sweetness.

We Must Not Hope To Be Mowers, And To Gather The Ripe Gold Ears, Unless We Have First Been Sowers And Water The Furrows With Tears. It Is Not Just As We Take It, This Mystical World Of Ours, Life's Field Will Yield As We Make It A Harvest Of Thorns Or Of Flowers.

Certain Books Seem To Be Written, Not That We Might Learn From Them, But In Order That We Might See How Much The Author Knows.

When Translating One Must Proceed Up To The Intranslatable; Only Then One Becomes Aware Of The Foreign Nation And The Foreign Tongue.