Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!
The more you suffer, the more you enjoy the success.
The most interesting art exists at the boundaries of what we understand.
Failure is an option here. If things are not failing, you are not innovating enough.
