"O Lord... Have pity on those who may conquer the world but *~NEVER join the good fight within themselves~*. But pity also those who have won the good fight within themselves, and now find themselves in the streets and the bars of life because they were unable to conquer the world. Because neither of these kinds of people know thy law that says, 'He who heeds my words I will liken to a wise man who built his house on rock'...
Have pity on those who are fearful of taking up a pen, or a paintbrush, or an instrument, or a tool because they are afraid that someone has already done so better than they could, and who feel themselves to be unworthy to enter the marvelous mansion of art. But have even more pity on those who, having taken up the pen, or the paintbrush, or the instrument, or the tool, *have turned inspiration into a paltry thing*, *~and yet feel themselves to be better than others~*. Neither of these kinds of people know thy law that says, 'For there is nothing covered that will not be revealed, nor hidden that will not be known'." -Coehlo, "The Pilgrimage", Chapter - Personal Vices; short & sweet & EVERYONE should read; maybe more of it to come later, but this one struck a chord.