Every day we slaughter our finest impulses.
That is why we get a heart-ache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty…We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up to discover what is already there.
Henry Miller was a very bright man.
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