Oh, Would That My Mind Could Let

Often With Good Sentiments We Produce Bad Literature.

Only Those Things Are Beautiful Which Are Inspired By Madness And Written By Reason.

Do Not Do What Someone Else Could Do As Well As You. Do Not Say, Do Not Write What Someone Else Could Say, Could Write As Well As You. Care For Nothing In Yourself But What You Feel Exists Nowhere Else. And, Out Of Yourself Create, Impatiently Or Patiently, The Most Irreplaceable Of Beings.

I Am Lost If I Attempt To Take Count Of Chronology. When I Think Over The Past, I Am Like A Person Whose Eyes Cannot Properly Measure Distances And Is Liable To Think Things Extremely Remote Which On Examination Prove To Be Quite Near.

The Most Beaten Paths Are Certainly The Surest, But Do Not Hope To Start Much Game On Them.