Virtue Has Her Heroes Too As Well

I Speak With The Eternal Through The Instrument Of Nature, Through The World's History: I Read The Soul Of The Artist In His Apollo.

Man, One May Say, Was Never In Such A Completely Animal Condition; But He Has, On The Other Hand, Never Escaped From It.

A Pity About The People! They Are Brave Enough Comrades, But They Have Heads Like A Soapboiler's.

You Worthy Critics, Or Whatever You May Call Yourselves, Are Ashamed Or Afraid Of The Momentary And Passing Madness Which Is Found In All Real Creators, The Longer Or Shorter Duration Of Which Distinguishes The Thinking Artist From The Dreamer. Hence Your Complaints Of Unfruitfulness, For You Reject Too Soon And Discriminate Too Severely.

The First Great Law Is To Obey.