Forgiveness is the finding again of a lost possession.

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.

Will it, and set to work briskly.

In a narrow circle the mind contracts. Man grows with his expanded needs.

The dream is short, repentance long.

Truth is more than a dream and a song.

Every man stamps his value on himself... man is made great or small by his own will.