Rest Not Life Is Sweeping By Go

We Can Most Safely Achieve Truly Universal Tolerance When We Respect That Which Is Characteristic In The Individual And In Nations, Clinging, Though, To The Conviction That The Truly Meritorious Is Unique By Belonging To All Of Mankind.

The March Of Intellect, Which Licks All The World Into Shape, Has Even Reached The Devil.

Of The Truly Creative No One Is Ever Master; It Must Be Left To Go Its Own Way.

The Senses Do Not Deceive Us, But The Judgment Does.

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.