Artists must be sacrificed to their art. Like bees, they must put their lives into the sting they give.

Self-sacrifice is the real miracle out of which all the reported miracles grow

The artist must be sacrificed to their art. Like the bees, they must put their lives into the sting they give.

The greatest difficulty is that men do not think enough of themselves, do not consider what it is that they are sacrificing when they follow in a herd, or when they cater for their establishment

Everywhere I've turned somebody has wanted to sacrifice me for my own good—only /they/ were the ones who benefited. And now we start on the old sacrificial merry-go-round. At what point do we stop?

If I know your sect, I anticipate your argument