One Can Give Advice Comfortably From A

Not Without A Shudder May The Human Hand Reach Into The Mysterious Urn Of Destiny.

Keep True To The Dreams Of Your Youth.

That Which Is So Universal As Death Must Be A Benefit.

The Mind Is The Eyesight Of The Soul.

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.