The True Artist Can Only Labor Con

People Weighed Down With Troubles Do Not Look Back; They Know Only Too Well That Misfortune Stalks Them.

Reality In Strong Doses Frightens.

In My Old Age There Is A Coming Into Flower. My Body Wanes; My Mind Waxes.

Creation Lives, Grows, And Multiplies; Man Is But A Witness.

You Say, "where Goest Thou?" I Cannot Tell, And Still Go On. But If The Way Be Straight I Cannot Go Amiss: Before Me Lies Dawn And The Day: The Night Behind Me: That Suffices Me: I Break The Bounds: I See, And Nothing More; Believe And Nothing Less. My Future Is Not One Of My Concerns.