The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect, but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the object it loves.
The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is is another question.
One feels inclined to say that the intention that man should be ‘happy’ is not included in the plan of ‘Creation’.
I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man’s. I will not reason compare. My business is to create.
Every act of perception, is to some degree an act of creation, and every act of memory is to some degree an act of imagination.
Creation is like anything else good: you have to wait on it; ambition has killed more artists than indolence.