The Victor Is Often Vanquished By His

Seraphs Share With Thee Knowledge; But Art, O Man, Is Thine Alone!

A Noble Heart Will Always Capitulate To Reason.

O Who Knows What Slumbers In The Background Of The Times?

You Worthy Critics, Or Whatever You May Call Yourselves, Are Ashamed Or Afraid Of The Momentary And Passing Madness Which Is Found In All Real Creators, The Longer Or Shorter Duration Of Which Distinguishes The Thinking Artist From The Dreamer. Hence Your Complaints Of Unfruitfulness, For You Reject Too Soon And Discriminate Too Severely.

A Merely Fallen Enemy May Rise Again, But The Reconciled One Is Truly Vanquished.