The Master Proves Himselin Recognizing His Limitations.

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.

There Is Nothing More Fearful Than Imagination Without Taste. [ger., Es Ist Nichts Furchterlicher Als Einbildungskraft Ohne Geschmack.]

Too Many Parents Make Life Hard For Their Children By Trying, Too Zealously, To Make It Easy For Them.

We Rather Confess Our Moral Errors, Faults, And Crimes Than Our Ignorance.

Whoever Would Do Good In The World, Ought Not To Deal In Censure. We Ought Not To Destroy, But Rather Construct.