You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.
The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.
It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
An artist, a man, a failure, must proceed.
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
Tomorrow is our permanent address.