I grew up with the sea and poverty for me was sumptuous, then I lost the sea and found all luxury grey and poverty unbearable. Every artist keeps within himself a single source which nourishes during his lifetime what he is and what he says. I know that my source is the world of poverty and sunlight that I lived in for so long whose memory still saves me from two opposing dangers that threaten every artist; resentment and self-satisfaction. Among my many weaknesses I have never discovered that most widespread failing... envy. The true cancer of societies indoctrines.
-Albert Camus
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