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
The mostdramatic conflicts are perhaps, those that take place not between men butbetween a man and himself where the arena of conflict is a solitary mind.
Artists can color the sky red because they know its blue.those of us who are not artists must color things the way they really are or people might think we are stupid.
