Gray Hairs Are Death's Blossoms.

It Is Often Wise To Reveal That Which Cannot Be Concealed For Long.

Keep True To The Dreams Of Your Youth.

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.

The Future Comes Slowly, The Present Flies And The Past Stands Still Forever.

You Have To Go The Rounds From Individual To Individual In Order To Gather The Totality Of The Race.