Strange, I Feel As If Up To

Mistakes - Mistakes - You Yourself Are A Unique Mistake!

The Barriers Are Not Erected Which Can Say To Aspiring Talents And Industry, 'thus Far And No Farther.'

The Real Artist Has No Pride. Unfortunately He Sees That His Art Has No Limits. He Feels Obscurely How Far He Is From The Goal. While He Is Perhaps Being Admired By Others, He Mourns The Fact That He Has Not Yet Reached The Point To Which His Better Genius, Like A Distant Sun, Ever Beckons To Him.

It Is My Belief One Should Not Belittle The Artist; While, However Glorious His Fame May Seem, His Time On Mount Olympus As An Honourable Guest Of Zeus Is Short. It's A Pity, But All Too Eager Will The Common Folk Drag Him From This Etherial Heights To The Low And Trodden Earth.

My Misfortune Is Doubly Painful To Me Because It Will Result In My Being Misunderstood. For Me There Can Be No Recreation In The Company Of Others, No Intelligent Conversation, No Exchange Of Information With Peers; Only The Most Pressing Needs Can Make Me Venture Into Society. I Am Obliged To Live Like An Outcast.