The Artist Is Called A Creator.

All Bad Literature Rests Upon Imperfect Insight, Or Upon Imitation, Which May Be Defined As Seeing At Second-hand.

Murder, Like Talent, Seems Occasionally To Run In Families.

Whatever Lies Beyond The Limits Of Experience, And Claims Another Origin Than That Of Induction And Deduction From Established Data, Is Illegitimate.

Vehemence Without Feeling Is But Rant.

Whatever You Believe To Be True And False, That Proclaim To Be True And False; Whatever You Think Admirable And Beautiful, That Should Be Your Model, Even If All Your Friends And All The Critics Storm At You As A Crotchet-monger And An Eccentric.