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
Thetorment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause,is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and ‘mangledmind’ leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.
A goodmanager doesn't try to eliminate conflict; he tries to keep it from wastingthe energies of his people. If you're the boss and your people fight youopenly when they think that you are wrong that's healthy.
