It is an acknowledged fact that we perceive errors in the work of others more readily than in our own.

...The world wouldn't be the world, without trouble.

O sleepers! what a thing is slumber! Sleep resembles death. Ah, why then dost thou not work in such wise as that after death thou mayst retain a resemblance to perfect life, when, during life, thou art in sleep so like to the hapless dead?

Art is never finished, only abandoned.

Motion is created by the destruction of balance.

I awoke, only to see that the rest of the world is still asleep.

In the days of thy youth seek to obtain that which shall compensate the losses of thy old age.