Our doubt is our passion, and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art. Man has so much farther to go within himself. Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not. Every authentic work of art is a gift offered to the future.
Love just makes it a safer place.
We can choose to enjoy them or not. Only one link in the chain of destiny can be handled at a time. Art is knowing which ones to keep. Now that I am fifty, I read them openly. When a man does not know what harbor he is making for, no wind is the right wind.