I realised the bohemian life was not for me. I would look around at my friends, living like starving artists, and wonder, Wheres the art? They werent doing anything. And there was so much interesting stuff to do, so much fun to be had… maybe I could even quit renting. – P. J. ORourke

Only an artist with a part of God in him can see beauty in the commonplaces of life. The rest merely mark time until they die. – Martin H. Fischer (1879–1962)