All art constantly aspires towards the condition of music.
To burn always with this hard, gem-like flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in life.
Not to discriminate every moment some passionate attitude in those about us, and in the very brilliancy of their gifts some tragic dividing on their ways, is, on this short day of frost and sun, to sleep before evening.
Not the fruit of experience, but experience itself, is the end.
Art comes to you proposing frankly to give nothing but the highest quality to your moments as they pass.