What is fair in men, passes away, but not so in art
A diamond is just a lump of coal that stuck to its job.
Poor is the pupil who does not surpass his master.
Putting your hand into a river, you simultaneously touch the last of what is passing and the first of what is coming.
Great love is born of great knowledge of the thing that is loved, and if you do not know it, you can love it little or not at all.
Inaction saps the vigor of the mind.