Talent Imitates, But Genius Steals.

No! I Am Not Prince Hamlet, Nor Was Meant To Be: Am An Attendant Lord, One That Will Do To Swell A Progress, Start A Scene Or Two, Advise The Prince.

Each Way Means Loneliness -- And Communion.

We Must Learn To Suffer More.

There Is Not A More Repulsive Spectacle Than On Old Man Who Will Not Forsake The World, Which Has Already Forsaken Him.

The Progress Of An Artist Is A Continual Self-sacrifice, A Continual Extinction Of Personality.