My broken brilliance will shine a light in the darkness.
The Rich arrived in pairsAnd also in Rolls Royces;They talked of their affairsIn loud and strident voices...The Poor arrived in Fords,Whose features they resembled;They laughed to see so many LordsAnd Ladies all assembled.The People in BetweenLooked underdone and harassed,And our of place and mean,And Horribly embarrassed.
Great artistic talent in any direction... is hardly inherent to the man. It comes and goes; it is often possessed only for a short phase in his life; it hardly ever colors his character as a whole and has nothing to do with the moral and intellectual stuff of the mind and soul. Many great artists, perhaps most great artists, have been poor fellows indeed, whom to know was to despise.
According to legend, one day a man was wandering in the desert when he met Fear and Plague. They said they were on their way to a large city where they were going to kill 10,000 people. The man asked Plague if he was going to do all the work. Plague smiled and said, No, I'll only take care of a few hundred. I'll let my friend Fear do the rest.