What you have inherited from your fathers, earn over again for yourselves, or it will not be yours.

It is working within limits that the craftsman reveals himself.

Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom, Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose!

When you lose interest in anything, you also lose the memory for it.

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

It is not doing the thing we like to do, but liking the thing we have to do, that makes life blessed.

It is in self-limitation that a master first shows himself.