The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth,
from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.
The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels:
it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant.
Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much,
and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.