The Artist Is Always Beginning.

Colloquial Poetry Is To The Real Art As The Barber's Wax Dummy Is To Sculpture.

As For Literature It Gives No Man A Sinecure. And No One Knows, At Sight, A Masterpiece. And Give Up Verse, My Boy, There's Nothing In It.

The Artist Is The Antenna Of The Race.

Nothing Written For Pay Is Worth Printing. Only What Has Been Written Against The Market.

'tis The White Stag, Fame, We're A-hunting, Bid The World's Hounds Come To Horn!