We Construct And Keep On Constructing, Yet

A Tendency Toward The Abstract Is Inherent In Linear Expression: Graphic Imagery Being Confined To Outlines Has A Fairy-like Quality And At The Same Time Can Achieve Great Precision.

One Does Not Lash Hat Lies At A Distance. The Foibles That We Ridicule Must At Least Be A Little Bit Our Own. Only Then Will The Work Be A Part Of Our Own Flesh. The Garden Must Be Weeded.

Everything Passes, And What Remains Of Former Times, What Remains Of Life, Is The Spiritual. In Everything We Do, The Claim Of The Absolute Is Unchanging.

It Is A Great Difficulty And A Great Necessity To Have To Start With The Smallest.

A Single Day Is Enough To Make Us A Little Larger Or, Another Time, A Little Smaller.