I Can Promise To Be

In Art, The Best Is Good Enough.

True Happiness Springs From Moderation.

The Web Of This World Is Woven Of Necessity And Chance. Woe To Him Who Has Accustomed Himself From His Youth Up To Find Something Necessary In What Is Capricious, And Who Would Ascribe Something Like Reason To Chance And Make A Religion Of Surrendering To It.

Humor Is One Of The Elements Of Genius--admirable As An Adjunct; But As Soon As It Becomes Dominant, Only A Surrogate For Genius.

I Nothing Had, And Yet Enough For Youth--joy In Illusion, Ardent Thirst For Truth. Give Unrestrained, The Old Emotion, The Bliss That Touched The Verge Of Pain, The Strength Of Hate, Love's Deep Devotion,--o, Give Me Back My Youth Again!