When Intelligent And Sensible People Despise Knowledge

The Summit Charms Us, The Steps To It Do Not; With The Heights Before Our Eyes, We Like To Linger In The Plain. It Is Only A Part Of Art That Can Be Taught; But The Artist Needs The Whole. He Who Is Only Half Instructed Speaks Much And Is Always Wrong; Who Knows It Wholly Is Content With Acting And Speaks Seldom Or Late.

No Two Men See The World Exactly Alike, And Different Temperaments Will Apply In Different Ways A Principle That They Both Acknowledge.

He Who Does Not Stretch Himself According To The Coverlet Finds His Feet Uncovered.

Who Can Think Wise Or Stupid Things At All That Were Not Thought Already In The Past.

What Is The Path? There Is No Path. On Into The Unknown.