But How Is The Artist

The Worst Of Me Is Known, And I Can Say That I Am Better Than The Reputation I Bear.

The Present Age Has Witnessed An Extraordinary Increase Of A Thinking Public, By The Facilities Afforded To The Diffusion Of Reading; The Former Happy Resignation To Ignorance Begins To Make Way For A State Of Half-enlightenment, And Few Persons Are Willing To Remain In The Condition In Which Their Birth Has Placed Then.

Why Should I Deem Myself To Be A Chisel, When I Could Be The Artist?

Courage, Ne'er By Sorrow Broken! Aid Where Tears Of Virtue Flow; Faith To Keep Each Promise Spoken! Truth Alike To Friend And Foe!

If You Cannot Please Everyone With Your Deeds And Your Art, Please A Few. To Please Many Is Bad.