The bad thing is that thinking about thought doesn't help at all; one has to have it from nature so that the good ideas appear before us like free children of God calling to us: Here we are.

To make something you have to be something.

Create, artist, do not talk.

Colors are the deeds/ and sufferings of light.

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

Distrust those in whom the desire to punish is strong.

When I say to the Moment flying; 'Linger a while -- thou art so fair!' Then bind me in thy bonds undying, And my final ruin I will bear!