She is the only Artist.
With the simplest Materials she arrives at the most sublime Contrasts.
Without Appearance of Effort she attains utmost Perfection—the most exact Precision veiled always in exquisite Delicacy.
Each of her Works has its own individual Being—each of her Phenomena the most isolated Conception, yet all is Unity.
She plays a Drama.
Whether or no she sees it herself we do not know and yet she plays it for us who stand in the Corner.
There is an eternal Life, Growth and Motion in her and yet she does not advance.
She changes ever, no Moment is stationary with her.
She has no Conception of Rest and has fixed her Curse upon Inaction.
She is Firm.