“We are the music makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; – World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams; Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems”
“A photographer went to a socialite party in New York. As he entered the front door, the host said, ‘ I love your pictures – they’re wonderful; you must have a fantastic camera.’ He said nothing until dinner was finished, then: ‘That was a wonderful dinner; you must have a terrific stove.”
Being an artist means not numbering and counting but ripening like a tree, which does not force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of Spring, not afraid that afterward Summer may not come. It does come. But, it comes only to those who are patient, who are there as if eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly silent and vast. I learn it every day of my life. Learn it with pain. I am grateful for patience is everything.