An artist is a cut above the critic, for the artist is writing something which will move the critic. The critic is writing something which will move everybody but the artist
Oursubconscious minds have no sense of humor, play no jokes, and cannot tell thedifference between reality and an imagined thought or image. What wecontinually think about eventually will manifest in our lives.
I have learned through bitter experience the one supremelesson to conserve my anger, and as heat conserved is transmitted into energy,even so our anger controlled can be transmitted into a power that can movethe world.
