Art is always making us; it enters into our character and destiny.

As long as you go on growing you assimilate, and thank God one's mind or soul, or whatever you like to call it, goes on growing for a long time.

I suppose the moment comes to most people when they cease to grow, when they become fixed and hard; and that is what we mean by being old.

But till then you weave your destiny, or, rather, people and beauty weave it for you, as you'll see the Norns weaving, and yet you never know what you are making.

You make what you are, and you never are because you are always becoming.