I Am Burning Myself Up And Will

The Public Is Never Pleased With What We Do, Wanting Always A Copy Of What We Have Done.

One Is Either Judge Or Accused. The Judge Sits, The Accused Stands. Live On Your Feet.

What Uniform Can I Wear To Hide My Heavy Heart? It Is Too Heavy. It Will Always Show.

What The Public Criticizes In You, Cultivate. It Is You.

A True Poet Does Not Bother To Be Poetical. Nor Does A Nursery Gardener Scent His Roses.