"Ordinary people think that talent must be always on
its own level and that it arises every morning like the sun, rested and refreshed, ready
to draw from the same storehouse -- always open, always full, always abundant...such
people are unaware that, as in the case of all mortal things, talent has its increase and
decrease, and that independently of the career it takes, like everything that breathes...
it undergoes all the accidents of health, of sickness, and of the dispositions of the soul
-- its gaiety or its sadness. As with our perishable flesh talent is obliged constantly to
keep guard over itself, to combat, and to keep perpetually on the alert amid the obstacles
that witness the exercise of its singular power."
Eugène Delacroix