The imitator dooms himself to hopeless mediocrity. The inventor did it because it was natural to him, and so in him it has a charm. In the imitator something else is natural, and he bereaves himself of his own beauty, to come short of another man’s.
You don't know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer;…
I never learned from a man who agreed with me.
Without end The wild flowers will have given At least their due Do not tremble You continue