The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.
An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.
The only basis for living is believing in life, loving it, and applying the whole force of one's intellect to know it better.
Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.
If you shut up truth and bury it under the ground, it will but grow, and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way.