Even The Weak Become Strong When They

You Worthy Critics, Or Whatever You May Call Yourselves, Are Ashamed Or Afraid Of The Momentary And Passing Madness Which Is Found In All Real Creators, The Longer Or Shorter Duration Of Which Distinguishes The Thinking Artist From The Dreamer. Hence Your Complaints Of Unfruitfulness, For You Reject Too Soon And Discriminate Too Severely.

You Have To Go The Rounds From Individual To Individual In Order To Gather The Totality Of The Race.

Who Dares Nothing, Need Hope For Nothing.

The Storm Is Master. Man, As A Ball, Is Tossed Twixt Winds And Billows.

Time Flies On Restless Pinions - Constant Never.