What we have not has made us what we are. / ... / What we are not drives us to consummation.
Fighting dragons is my holy joy.
Words are more powerful than perhaps anyone suspects, and once deeply engraved in a child's mind, they are not easily eradicated.
It is, I assume, quite easy to wither into old age, and hard to grow into it.
In the novel or the journal you get the journey. In a poem you get the arrival.
We have to believe that every person counts, counts as a creative force that can move mountains.