I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.
A woman is not old as long as she loves and is loved
Only when I fall do I get up again.
A good picture is equivalent to a good deed.
By working hard, old man, I hope to make something good one day. I haven't yet, but I am pursuing it and fighting for it . . . .
A weaver who has to direct and to interweave a great many little threads has no time to philosophize about it, but rather he is so absorbed in his work that he doesn't think but acts, and he feels how things must go more than he can explain it.