“He had experienced the fear of failure, which is frequently mistaken for failure. He made his resolve and he proceeded to work again. He forgot, in the interest of his work, that he might possibly fail.”

“The artist should fear to become the slave of detail. He should strive to express his thought and not the surface of it. What avails a storm cloud accurate in form and color if the storm is not therein?”

“Sometimes when we were hiding behind the breakers with the crowd, he'd hold me so tight, I'd think he's not just holding me, he's holding onto me, like I'm stopping him from falling off. I'd see him looking at me and his eyes were so full of...I dunno. Like he was about to cry. And, it's stupid, I know, but I think maybe he's hurting because he loves me and I don't love him, and this great lump used to come up into my throat and I'd hold him tight and try and squeeze him as tight as I could and try as hard as I could to fall in love with him the way he loved me.And then other times I'd think, it's just the way his face is that makes him look like that.”

“I found myself one evening in the dreams of the night, in that sacred building, the Temple. After aseason of prayer and rejoicing, I was informed that I should have the privilege of entering into one ofthose rooms, to meet a glorious personage, and as I entered the door, I saw, seated on a raisedplatform, the most glorious Being my eyes have ever beheld, or that I ever conceived existed in all theeternal worlds. As I approached to be introduced, he arose and stepped towards me with extendedarms, and he smiled as he softly spoke my name. If I shall live to be a million years old, I shall neverforget that smile. He took me into his arms and kissed me, pressed me to His bosom, and blessed me,until the marrow of my bones seemed to melt! When He had finished, I fell at His feet, and as I bathedthem with my tears and kisses, I saw the prints of the nails in the feet of the Redeemer of the world.The feeling that I had in the presence of Him who hath all things in His hands, to have His love, Hisaffection, and His blessings was such that if I ever can receive that of which I had but a foretaste, Iwould give all that I am, all that I ever hope to be, to feel what I then felt (as cited in Bryant S.Hinckley, The Faith of Our Pioneer Fathers, pp. 226-27.)”

“An inventor fails 999 times, and if he succeeds once, he's in. He treats his failures simply as practice shots.”

“The failure and the success both believe in their hearts that they have accurately balanced points of view, the success because he's succeeded, and the failure because he's failed. The successful man tells his son to profit by his father's good fortune, and the failure tells his son to profit by his father's mistakes.”

“If the mystery can be reduced to one solution, it lies in a simple coincidence: Rimbaud's interest in his own work had survived the realization that the world would not be changed by verbal innovation. It did not survive the failure of all his adult relationships. He had always treated poems as a form of private communication. He gave his songs to chansonniers, his satires to satirists. Without a constant companion, he was writing in a void.”