Virginia Woolf

I looked up through the smoke of my cigarette and my eye lodged for a moment upon the burning coals, and that old fancy of the crimson flag flapping from the castle tower came into my mind, and I thought of the cavalcade of red knights riding up the side of the black rock. Rather to my relief the sight of the mark interrupted the fancy, for it is an old fancy, an automatic fancy, made as a child perhaps. The mark was a small round mark, black upon the white wall, about six or seven inches above the mantelpiece.

The mark on the wall

Albert Camus - The Myth of Sisyphus

The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.

sisyphus_by_titian Sisyphus by Titian

Virgile and Dante In Hell by W. A. Bouguereau

Virgile and Dante in hell

Monument to Change as it changes by Peter Wegner


René Char - Aphorismes

A tous les repas pris en commun, nous invitons la liberté à s’asseoir. La place demeure vide, mais le couvert reste mis.

The professional dedicates himself to mastering the technique

The professional respects his craft. He does not consider himself superior to it.

He recognizes the contributions of those who have gone before him. He apprentices himself to them.

The professsional dedicates himself to mastering technique not because he believes that technique is a substitute to inspiration, but because he wants to be in possession of the full arsenal of skills when inspiration does come.

The professional is sly.

He knows that by toiling beside the front door of technique, he leaves room for genius to enter by the back.

Steven Pressfiel, The War of Art