Alas for the unhappy man that is called to stand in the pulpit, and not give the bread of life.
Ralph Waldo EmersonRings and jewels are not gifts, but apologies for gifts. The only gift is a portion of thyself. Thou must bleed for me. Therefore the poet brings his poem; the shepherd, his lamb; the farmer, corn; the miner, a stone; the painter, his picture; the girl, a handkerchief of her own sewing.
Ralph Waldo Emerson