With the past, I have nothing to do; nor with the future. I live now.
I am ashamed to see what a shallow village tale our so-called history is.
The highest Beauty should be plain set.
A strenuous soul hates cheap success.
It is the same among the men and women, as among the silent trees; always a referred existence, an absence, never a presence and satisfaction. Is it, that beauty can never be grasped? In persons and in landscape is equally inaccessible?
The solar system has no anxiety about its reputation.