We Do Not Wish Success Yet We

Today Nobility Is Gone: There Is Only A Peerage.

Men Are So Made That They Can Resist Sound Argument, And Yet Yield To A Glance.

If The Artist Does Not Fling Himself, Without Reflecting, Into His Work, As Curtis Flung Himself Into The Yawning Gulf, As The Soldier Flings Himself Into The Enemy's Trenches, And If, Once In This Crater, He Does Not Work Like A Miner On Whom The Walls Of His Gallery Have Fallen In; If He Contemplates Difficulties Instead Of Overcoming Them One By One ... He Is Simply Looking On At The Suicide Of His Own Talent.

Are Not Our Noblest Feelings As It Were The Poems Of Our Will.

Women See Everything Or Nothing According To The Inclination Of Their Hearts. Love Is Their Sole Light.