No doubt the artist is the child of his time, but woe to him if he is also its disciple or even its favorite.

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Disappointments are to the soul what a thunderstorm is to the air.

Disappointments are to the soul what a thunderstorm is to the air.

Against stupidity the very gods themselves contend in vain.

Against stupidity the very gods themselves contend in vain.

Freedom can occur only through education.

Freedom can occur only through education.

Not without a shudder may the human hand reach into the mysterious urn of destiny.

Not without a shudder may the human hand reach into the mysterious urn of destiny.

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