I am amazed to see how deliberately I have entangled myself step by step. To have seen my position so clearly, and yet to have acted so like a child!

Sweet moonlight, shining full and clear, Why do you light my torture here? How often have you seen me toil, Burning last drops of midnight oil. On books and papers as I read, My friend, your mournful light you shed. If only I could flee this den And walk the mountain-tops again, Through moonlit meadows make my way, In mountain caves with spirits play - Released from learning's musty cell, Your healing dew would make me well!

The best way to understand a painting is by drawing it.

Let us seek to fathom those things that are fathomable and reserve those things which are unfathomable for reverence in quietude.

I was oppressed with the sensations I then felt; I sunk under the weight of them.

We are our own aptest deceiver.

Whoever would do good in the world, ought not to deal in censure. We ought not to destroy, but rather construct.