To Have More, You Must

The True Poet Is Called To Take In The Splendor Of The World And For That Reason Will Always Be Inclined To Praise Rather Than Tofind Fault.

The Finished Man, You Know, Is Difficult To Please; A Growing Mind Will Ever Show You Gratitude. --faust 1, Lines 182-3

Art Is In Itself Noble; That Is Why The Artist Has No Fear Of What Is Common. This, Indeed, Is Already Ennobled When He Takes It Up.

The World Runs On From One Folly To Another; And The Man Who, Solely From Regard To The Opinion Of Others, And Without Any Wish Or Necessity Of His Own, Toils After Gold, Honour, Or Any Other Phantom, Is No Better Than A Fool.

Wealth And Speed Are What The World Admires, What Each Pursues. Railways, Express Mails, Steamships And Every Possible Facility For Communications Are The Achievement In Which The Civilized World View And Revels, Only To Languish In Mediocrity By That Very Fact. Indeed, The Effect Of This Diffusion Is To Spread The Culture Of The Mediocre.