Fool! The Ideal is in thyself, the impediment too is in thyself: thy Condition is but the stuff thou art to shape that same Ideal out of: what matters whether such stuff be of this sort or that, so the Form thou give it be heroic, be poetic? O thou that finest in the imprisonment of the Actual, and priest bitterly to the gods for a kingdom wherein to rule and create, know this of a truth: the thing thou meekest is already with thee, ‘here or nowhere,’ wouldst thou only see!

Sartor Resartus