A Man Sees In The World What

The Greatest Genius Will Not Be Worth Much If He Pretends To Draw Exclusively From His Own Resources

Rash Combat Oft Immortalizes Man; If He Should Fall, He Is Renowned In Song; But After-ages Reckon Not The Ceaseless Tears Which The Forsaken Woman Sheds. Poets Tell Us Not Of The Many Nights Consumed In Weeping, Or Of The Dreary Days Wherein Her Anguished Soul Vainly Yearns To Call Her Loved One Back.

Every Individual Who Is Not Creative Has A Negative, Narrow, Exclusive Taste And Succeeds In Depriving Creative Being Of Its Energy And Life.

All Ages Have Said And Repeated That One Should Strive To Know One's Self. This Is A Strange Demand Which No One Up To Now Has Measured Up To And, Strictly Considered, No One Should. With All Their Study And Effort, People Are Directed To What Is Outside, To The World About Them, And They Are Kept Busy Coming To Know This And To Master It To The Extent That Their Purposes Require. . . . How Can You Come To Know Yourself? Never By Thinking, Always By Doing. Try To Do Your Duty, And You'll Know Right Away What You Amount To. And What Is Your Duty? Whatever The Day Calls For.

I Believe In God And In Nature And In The Triumph Of Good Over Evil.