The Flowers Are Full Of Honey, But

There Is No Greater Consolation For Mediocrity Than That The Genius Is Not Immortal.

The Present Is A Powerful Deity. [ger., Die Gegenwart Ist Eine Machtige Gottin.]

Everything That Frees Our Spirit Without Giving Us Control Of Ourselves Is Ruinous.

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.

Are We Not Also Married To Conscience Which We Would Love To Get Rid Of Often Enough Since It Is More Bothersome Than A Man Or A Woman Ever Could Become?