Thank everyone who calls out your faults, your anger, your impatience, your egotism; do this consciously, voluntarily.
We do not posses imagination enough to sense what we are missing.
In a sick world, it is the first duty of the artist to get well.
People mistake their limitations for high standards.
Fear is a noose that binds until it strangles.
Once a man has tasted creative action, then thereafter, no matter how safely he schools himself in patience, he is restive, acutely dissatisfied with anything else. He becomes as a lover to whom abstinence is intolerable.