God, the Great Giver, can open the whole universe to our gaze in the narrow space of a single land.

The greed of gain has no time or limit to its capaciousness. Its one object is to produce and consume. It has pity neither for beautiful nature nor for living human beings. It is ruthlessly ready without a moment's hesitation to crush beauty and life.

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.

The night kissed the fading day With a whisper: "I am death, your mother, From me you will get new birth."

This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.

Pessimism is a form of mental dipsomania; it disdains healthy nourishment, indulges in the strong drink of denunciation, and creates an artificial dejection which thirsts for a stronger draught.

In Art, man reveals himself and not his objects.