Humanity cherishes its swaddling clothes; but it shall not grow up unless it can free itself from them. Turning down his mother's breast does not make the weaned child ungrateful. ... Rise up naked, valiant; make the sheaths crack; push aside the stakes; to grow straight you need no more than the thrust of your sap and the call of the sun.
Andre GideThrow away my book: you must understand that it represents only one of a thousand attitudes. You must find your own. If someone else could have done something as well as you, donโt do it. If someone else could have said something as well as you, donโt say itโor written something as well as you, donโt write it. Grow fond only of that which you can find nowhere but in yourself, and create out of yourself, impatiently or patiently, ah! that most irreplaceable of beings.
Andre Gide