Names Are But Noise And Smoke, Obscuring

Artists Have A Double Relationship Towards Nature: They Are Her Master And Her Slave At The Same Time. They Are Her Slave In So Far As They Must Work With Means Of This World So As To Be Understood; Her Master In So Far As They Subject These Means To Their Higher Goals And Make Them Subservient To Them.

To Become Aware In Time When Young Of The Advantages Of Age; To Maintain The Advantages Of Youth In Old Age: Both Are Pure Fortune.

Most Men, Even The Most Accomplished, Are Of Limited Faculties; Every One Sets A Value On Certain Qualities In Himself And Others: These Alone He Is Willing To Favour, These Alone Will He Have Cultivated.

Continue To Make The Demands Of The Day Your Immediate Concern, And Take Occasion To Test The Purity Of Your Hearts And The Steadfastness Of Your Spirits. When You Then Take A Deep Breath And Rise Above The Cares Of This World And In An Hour Of Leisure, You Will Surely Win The Proper Frame Of Mind To Face Devoutly What Is Above Us, With Reverence, Seeing In All Events The Manifestation Of A Higher Guidance.

Give Shape, Artist! Don't Talk! Your Poem Be But A Breath.