If there's anything more mortifying than being famous at 14 it's being washed up right after.

What is more mortifying than to feel that you have missed the plum for want of courage to shake the tree?

Who knows better than artists how much ugliness there is on the way to beauty how many ghastly mortifying missteps how many days of granitic blockheadedness and dismaying ineptitude there is on the way to accomplishment how partial all accomplishment is how incomplete?