As You Give Out, So Shall You

Lord, Grant That I May Always Desire More Than I Can Accomplish.

If People Knew How Hard I Worked At My Art, They Would Not Consider Me A Genius.

I Couldn't Give You Something Mediocre Even If That's All You Asked For.

If In My Youth I Had Realized That The Sustaining Splendour Of Beauty Of With Which I Was In Love Would One Day Flood Back Into My Heart, There To Ignite A Flame That Would Torture Me Without End, How Gladly Would I Have Put Out The Light In My Eyes.

The Promises Of This World Are, For The Most Part, Vain Phantoms; And To Confide In One's Self, And Become Something Of Worth And Value Is The Best And Safest Course.