Not He Who Scorns The Saviour's Yoke

Art Is The Right Hand Of Nature. The Latter Has Only Given Us Being, The Former Has Made Us Men.

A Noble Soul Spreads Even Over A Face In Which The Architectonic Beauty Is Wanting An Irresistible Grace, And A Often Even Triumphs Over The Natural Disfavor.

On The Mountains There Is Freedom! The World Is Perfect Everywhere, Save Where Man Comes With His Torment.

Life Did Not Present Its Sunny Side To Thee.

The Key To Education Is The Experience Of Beauty.