Failure would only be if you had somewhere stopped growing. As far as I can see the whole duty of the artist is to keep on growing.

Without anxiety life would have very little savor.

Where joy in an old pencil is not absurd.

It takes a long time for words to become thought.

life is always bringing unexpected gifts.

I am not ready to die, / But I am learning to trust death / As I have trusted life.

Where music thundered let the mind be still, Where the will triumphed let there be no will, What light revealed, now let the dark fulfill.