الفنان الحقيقي لا يعرف الغرور. ولكنه، للأسف، يرى أنّ فنّه بلا حدود. يشعر في داخله بمدى بُعده عن الغاية؛ وبينما قد يُعجب به الآخرون، يحزن لأنه لم يبلغ بعدُ المرتبة التي تدعوه إليها عبقريّته الأسمى، كشمسٍ بعيدة لا تكفّ عن الإشارة إليه.

“The real artist has no pride. Unfortunately he sees that his art has no limits. He feels obscurely how far he is from the goal. While he is perhaps being admired by others, he mourns the fact that he has not yet reached the point to which his better genius, like a distant sun, ever beckons to him.”Ludwig van Beethoven