To desire action is to desire limitation... When you choose anything, you reject everything else...Every act is an irrevocable selection and exclusion... it is impossible to be an artist and not care for laws and limits. Art is limitation...The moment you step into the world of facts, you step into a world of limits.
Seasons of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
John Keats. TO AUTUMN
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run...