Thegalleries are full of critics. They play no ball, they fight no fights. Theymake no mistakes because they attempt nothing. Down in the arena are thedoers. They make mistakes because they try many things. The man who makes nomistakes lacks boldness and
I have learned through bitter experience the one supremelesson to conserve my anger, and as heat conserved is transmitted intoenergy, even so our anger controlled can be transmitted into a power that canmove the world.
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