I Am Better Than My Reputation

O Jealousy! Thou Magnifier Of Trifles.

Foster The Beautiful, And Every Hour Thou Tallest New Flowers To Birth.

The Reason For You Complaint Lies, It Seems To Me, In The Constraint Which Your Intellect Imposes Upon Your Imagination. Here I Will Make An Observation, And Illustrate It By An Allegory. Apparently, It Is Not Good-and Indeed It Hinders The Creative Work Of The Mind-if The If The Intellect Examines Too Closely The Ideas Pouring In, As It Were, At The Gates.

It Is Not The Mere Station Of Life That Stamps The Value On Us, But The Manner In Which We Act Our Part.

No Emperor Has The Power To Dictate To The Heart.