In Praising Or Loving A Child, We

The Web Of This World Is Woven Of Necessity And Chance. Woe To Him Who Has Accustomed Himself From His Youth Up To Find Something Necessary In What Is Capricious, And Who Would Ascribe Something Like Reason To Chance And Make A Religion Of Surrendering To It.

One Can Be Instructed In Society, One Is Inspired Only In Solitude.

We Talk Too Much. We Should Talk Less And Draw More.

Of The Book Of Books Most Wondrous Is The Tender Book Of Love.

He Who Possesses Science And Art, Possesses Religion As Well; He Who Possesses Neither Of These, Had Better Have Religion.