We, by our arts may be called the grandsons of God.
Obstacles cannot crush me. Every obstacle yields to stern resolve. He who is fixed to a star does not change his mind.
Just as iron rusts from disuse, and stagnant water putrefies, or when cold turns to ice, so our intellect wastes unless it is kept in use.
What is fair in men, passes away, but not so in art
...The world wouldn't be the world, without trouble.
That which has no limitations, has no form.