Why should I deem myself to be a chisel, when I could be the artist?
Our safety is not in blindness, but in facing our danger.
Posterity weaves no garlands for imitators.
I follow my heart, for I can trust it.
Every true genius is bound to be naive.
Have hope. Though clouds environs now, And gladness hides her face in scorn, Put thou the shadow from thy brow - No night but hath its morn.