Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create - so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.
Pearl S. Buckyou seem to grieve for what is not so ... and there is no need to let your heart run ahead into evils that may never come.
Pearl S. Buck