Every Artist Writes His Own Autobiography.

One Can Know Nothing Of Giving Aught That Is Worthy To Give Unless One Also Knows How To Take.

It Is Becoming Clear That The Old Platitudes Can No Longer Be Maintained, And That If We Wish To Improve Our Morals We Must First Improve Our Knowledge.

We Cannot Remain Consistent With The World Save By Growing Inconsistent With Our Past Selves.

Jealousy, That Dragon Which Slays Love Under The Pretence Of Keeping It Alive.

No Faith Is Our Own That We Have Not Arduously Won.