I Am My Own Heaven

The Storm Is Master. Man, As A Ball, Is Tossed Twixt Winds And Billows.

No Doubt The Artist Is The Child Of His Time; But Woe To Him If He Is Also Its Disciple, Or Even Its Favorite.

To One, Science Is An Exalted Goddess; To Another It Is A Cow Which Provides Him With Butter.

Satisfy A Few To Please Many Is Bad.

There Are Occasions When The General Belief Of The People, Even Though It Be Groundless, Works Its Effect As Sure As Truth Itself.