1. And so each venture

Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate.

So here I am, in the middle way, having had

   twenty years -

Twenty years largely wasted, the years of

   l'entre deux guerres -

Trying to use words, and every attempt

Is a wholly new start, and a different kind

   of failure

Because one has only learnt to get the better

   of words

For the thing one no longer has to say, or

   the way in which

One is no longer disposed to say it. And so

   each venture

Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate,

With shabby equipment always deteriorating

In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,

Undisciplined squads of emotion. And what

   there is to conquer

By strength and submission, has already

   been discovered

Once or twice, or several times, by men whom

   one cannot hope

To emulate - but there is no competition -

There is only the fight to recover

   what has been lost

And found and lost again and again: and now,

   under conditions

That seem unpropitious. But perhaps neither

   gain nor loss.

For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not

   our business.

--T. S. Eliot

2. "There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and there is only one of you in all time. This expression is unique, and if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium; and be lost. The world will not have it.

It is not your business to determine how good it is, not how it compares with other expression. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open.

No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.”

–Martha Graham