You Want To Be A Hero. That

If A Man Is To Shed The Light Of The Sun Upon Other Men, He Must First Of All Have It Within Himself.

You Are A Vain Fellow. You Want To Be A Hero. That Is Why You Do Such Silly Things. A Hero!... I Don't Quite Know What That Is: But, You See, I Imagine That A Hero Is A Man Who Does What He Can. The Others Do Not Do It.

Let Us Seek Truth Everywhere; Let Us Cull It Wherever We Can Find Its Blossom Or Its Seed. Having Found The Seed, Let Us Scatter It To The Winds Of Heaven. Where Ever It May Blow, It Will Germinate. There Is No Lack In This Wide Universe Of Souls That Will Form The New Ground.

The Artist Is The Compass Which, Through The Raging Of The Storm, Points Steadily To The North.

You Desire A Popular Art? Begin By Having A "people" Whose Minds Are Liberated, A People Not Crushed By Misery And Ceaseless Toil, Not Brutalized By Every Superstition And Every Fanaticism, A People Of Itself, And Victor In The Fight That Is Being Waged Today.