What An Artist Is For

What Is The Special Privilege Of Youth? It Is, I Think, The Power Of Looking Forward, The Firm Belief That The Future Holds Something That Is Worth Possessing, And That, Therefore, One Can Let The Present Moment Drop From One Without Regret And Without Fear.

I'm Dying, But Otherwise I'm In Very Good Health.

The Last Faint Spark In The Self-murdered Heart, The Wounds Of The Sad Uncomprehending Dark, The Wounds Of The Baited Bear,-- The Blind And Weeping Bear Whom The Keepers Beat On His Helpless Flesh . . . The Tears Of The Hunted Hare.

... All Ugliness Passes, And Beauty Endures, Excepting Of The Skin.

The Public Will Believe Anything, So Long As It Is Not Founded On Truth.