In Art The End Does Not Sanctify

No Artist Tolerates Reality.

Whoever Thinks Much And To Good Purpose Easily Forgets His Own Experiences, But Not The Thoughts Which These Experiences Have Called Forth.

Happiness: Being Able To Forget Or, To Express In A More Learned Fashion.

In His Lonely Solitude, The Solitary Man Feeds Upon Himself; In The Thronging Multitude, The Many Feed Upon Him. Now Choose.

As Though "the Truth" Were Such An Innocent And Incompetent Creature As To Require Protectors!