Artists have a double relationship towards nature: they are her master and her slave at the same time. They are her slave in so far as they must work with means of this world so as to be understood; her master in so far as they subject these means to their higher goals and make them subservient to them.

Blood is a very special juice.

That which thy fathers have bequeathed to thee, earn it anew if thou wouldst possess it.

What is part of you, you cannot get rid of, even if you were to throw it away.

The follies of the wise man are known to himself, but hidden from the world.

Since Time is not a person we can overtake when he is gone, let us honor him with mirth and cheerfulness of heart while he is passing.

We talk too much. We should talk less and draw more.