If A Man Writes A Book, Let

He Only Earns His Freedom And His Life Who Takes Them Every Day By Storm.

I Hate Every Violent Overthrow, Because As Much Is Destroyed As Is Gained By It.

To Tremble Before Anticipated Evils Is To Bemoan What Thou Hast Never Lost.

You Can’t, If You Can’t Feel It, If It Never Rises From The Soul, And Sways The Heart Of Every Single Hearer, With Deepest Power, In Simple Ways. You’ll Sit Forever, Gluing Things Together, Cooking Up A Stew From Other’s Scraps, Blowing On A Miserable Fire, Made From Your Heap Of Dying Ash. Let Apes And Children Praise Your Art, If Their Admiration’s To Your Taste, But You’ll Never Speak From Heart To Heart, Unless It Rises Up From Your Heart’s Space.

Character Calls Forth Character.