Art is but imitation of nature.
And love makes one calmer about many things, and in that way, one is more fit for one's work.
How lovely yellow is! It stands for the sun.
Great things are not something accidental, but must certainly be willed.
If one truly loves nature one finds beauty everywhere.
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.