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.

Not without a shudder may the human hand reach into the mysterious urn of destiny.

Have Love. Not love alone for one, but man as man they brother call; and scatter like the circling sun thy charities on all.

I am my own heaven and hell!

To gain a crown by fighting is great, to reject it divine.

Truth is more than a dream and a song.

No emperor has the power to dictate to the heart.