Decoration is just make-up for the wrinkles of the idea.
Where is the Life we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
T. S. Eliot
Spontaneity is a meticulously prepared art
Experience is by industry achieved,
And perfected by the swift course of time.
The unavoidable price of reliability is simplicity.
But you see,” said Roark quietly, “I have, let’s say, sixty years to live. Most of that time will be spent working. I’ve chosen the work I want to do. If I find no joy in it, then I’m only condemning myself to sixty years of torture. And I can find the joy only if I do my work in the best way possible to me. But the best is a matter of standards—and I set my own standards. I inherit nothing. I stand at the end of no tradition. I may, perhaps, stand at the beginning of one.
– Howard Roark, The Fountainhead, Ayn Rand