It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest HenleyIt is the artist's function not to copy but to synthesise: to eliminate from that gross confusion of actuality which is his raw material whatever is accidental, idle, irrelevant, and select for perpetuation that only which is appropriate and immortal.
William Ernest Henley[T]hey stretch you on a table. Then they bid you close your eyelids, And they mask you with a napkin, And the anรฆsthetic reaches Hot and subtle through your being.
William Ernest Henley