In A Narrow Circle The Mind Contracts.

One Drop Of Hatred Left In The Cup Of Joy Turns The Most Blissful Draught Into Poison.

Each State Of The Human Mind Has Some Parable In The Physical Creation By Which It Is Shadowed Forth; Nor Is It Only Artists And Poets, But Even The Most Abstract Thinkers That Have Drawn From This Source. Lively Activity We Name Fire; Time Is A Stream That Rolls On, Sweeping All Before It; Eternity Is A Circle; A Mystery Is Hid In Midnight Gloom, And Truth Dwells In The Sun. Nay, I Begin To Believe That Even The Future Destiny Of The Human Race Is Prefigured In The Dark Oracular Utterances Of Bodily Creation.

Against Stupidity, God Himself Fights In Vain.

But How Is The Artist To Protect Himself Against The Corruption Of The Age Which Besets Him On All Sides?

The Man Who Fears Nothing Is As Powerful As He Who Is Feared By Everybody.