With Hat In Hand, One Gets On

The Vain Being Is The Really Solitary Being.

The Little Dissatisfaction Which Every Artist Feels At The Completion Of A Work Forms The Germ Of A New Work.

People Look With Sympathetic Eyes Only At The Blossom And The Fruit, And Disregard The Long Period Of Transition During Which The One Is Ripening Into The Other.

With Hat In Hand, One Gets On In The World.

It Is Only When One Is Thoroughly True That There Can Be Purity And Freedom. Falsehood Always Punishes Itself.