That which is not good for the bee-hive cannot be good for the bees.
—Marcus Aurelius
Most artists like to think of themselves as rugged individualists, as independent characters.
—Jack Levine
As an individual, with your death there will be an end of you. But your individuality is not your true and final being, indeed it is rather the mere expression of it, . . . only the phenomenon presented in the form of time, and accordingly has both a beginning and an end. Your being in itself, on the contrary, knows neither time, nor beginning, nor end, nor the limits of a given individuality. . . . So that, in the first sense, after death you become nothing; in the second, you are and remain everything.
—Arthur Schopenhauer