Deaf Rage That Hears No Leader.

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.

We, We Live! Ours Are The Hours, And The Living Have Their Claims.

Nothing, It Is True, Is More Common Than For Both Science And Art To Pay Homage To The Spirit Of The Age, And For Creative Taste To Accept The Law Of Critical Taste.

Vast, Colossal Destiny, Which Raises Man To Fame, Though It May Also Grind Him To Powder!

He Cannot Complain Of A Hard Sentence, Who Is Made Master Of His Own Fate.