In order to have wisdom we must have ignorance.
Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings of misery and travail.
Nothing is proved, all is permitted.
If you have that unconquerable urge to write, nothing will stop you from writing.
And then he sank back and tried, as usual, not to think. He must succeed. That's what the world was made for. That's what he was made for. That was what he would have to do.
I have seen youths bright eyed and fair groping after bubbles in rapture, and conceiving them diamonds and the glitter of fine jewels, until their hand closed over a something that was not to be felt nor longer seen, mere colored air.