An artist is a cut above the critic, for the artist is writing something which will move the critic. The critic is writing something which will move everybody but the artist
I have learned through bitter experience the one supremelesson to conserve my anger, and as heat conserved is transmitted intoenergy, even so our anger controlled can be transmitted into a power that canmove the world.
Two prisonerswhose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on the wall. Thewall is the thing which separates them but is also their means ofcommunication. It is the same with us and God. Every separation is a link.
