If I work incessantly to the last, nature owes me another form of existence when the present one collapses.

What you have inherited from your forefathers, it takes work to make it your own.

In every artist there is a touch of audacity without which no talent is conceivable.

A useless life is an early death.

Were the eye not of the sun, How could we behold the light? If God's might and ours were not as one, How could His work enchant our sight?

Merely to breathe freely does not mean to live.

I hate everything that merely instructs me without augmenting or directly invigorating my activity.