For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
And indeed there will be time to wonder, 'Do I dare?', and 'Do I dare?
Old men ought to be explorers.
You will find that you survive humiliation. And that's an experience of incalculable value.
The role of art is not to express the personality but to overcome it.
The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.