Add a
little
more of
that
quality
which now
reads and
sees, and
they will
seize the
pen and
chisel.
And if one
remembers
how
innocently
he began
to be an
artist, he
perceives
that
nature
joined
with his
enemy. A
man is a
golden
impossibility.
The line
he must
walk is a
hair’s
breadth.
The wise
through
excess of
wisdom is
made a
fool. How
easily, if
fate would
suffer it,
we might
keep
forever
these
beautiful
limits,
and adjust
ourselves,
