That Talk Of Inspiration Is Sheer Nonsense;

The Heart Desires, The Hand Refrains. The Godhead Fires, The Soul Attains.

What Is An Artist But A Workman Who Is Determined That, Whatever Else Happens, His Work Shall Be Excellent?

No Man Is Good Enough To Be Another's Master.

A World Made To Be Lost, - A Bitter Life 'twixt Pain And Nothing Tost.

With The Arrogance Of Youth, I Determined To Do No Less Than To Transform The World With Beauty. If I Have Succeeded In Some Small Way, If Only In One Small Corner Of The World, Amongst The Men And Women I Love, Then I Shall Count Myself Blessed, And Blessed, And Blessed, And The Work Goes On.