Art is the symbol of the two noblest human efforts: to construct and to refrain from destruction.
Inspiration is a guest that does not always answer the first invitation. Meanwhile we must work, and a self-respecting artist must not fold his hands on the pretext that he is not in the mood. If we wait for the mood, without endeavouring to meet it halfway, we easily become indolent and apathetic. We must be patient, and believe that inspiration will come to those who can master their despondency.
One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.