It Is Not A Waste To Write

We Foolish Mortals Sometimes Live Through Years Not Realizing How Short Life Is, And That Today Is Your Life.

It Is Not A Waste To Write Beautiful Prose Or Poetry For One Person's Eyes Alone!

When People Insist On Perfection Or Nothing, They Get Nothing.

All Art Involves Conscious Discipline. If One Is Going To Paint, Do Sculpture, Design A Building Or Write A Book, It Will Involve Discipline In Time And Energy — Or There Would Never Be Any Production At All To Be Seen, Felt Or Enjoyed By Ourselves Or Others. To Develop ‘hidden Art’ Will Also, Of Course, Take Time And Energy – And The Balance Of The Use Of Time Is A Constant Individual Problem For All Of Us: What To Do, And What To Leave Undone. One Is Always Having To Neglect One Thing In Order To Give Precedence To Something Else. The Question Is One Of Priorities

It Seems To Me That Whether It Is Recognized Or Not, There Is A Terrific Frustration Which Increases In Intensity And Harmfulness As Time Goes On, When People Are Always Daydreaming Of The Kind Of Place In Which They Would Like To Live, Yet Never Making The Place Where They Do Live Into Anything Artistically Satisfying To Them. Always To Dream Of A Cottage By A Brook While Never Doing Anything To The Stuffy House In The City Is To Waste Creativity In This Very Basic Area, And To Hinder Future Creativity By Not Allowing It To Grow And Develop Through Use.