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.

When you take a man as he is, you make him worse. When you take a man as he can be, you make him better.

What matters in art is not thinking but making.

He who is plenteously provided for from within needs but little from without.

Nature goes her own way, and all that to us seems an exception is really according to order.

The Woman-Soul leadeth us upward and on!

Thus I reel from desire to fulfillment and in fulfillment languish for desire.