Imagination and concentration are locked in perpetual battle.
The world belongs to them who can unfold their imagination, and also, but in a different way, to those who concentrate.
People, who live in ever new imaginative spaces, deriving one from the next, are like nets; the wider they are spread, the more they catch. Concentrated people are like arrows, which reach targets further off, the slimmer and sharper they are.
People who always feel disturbed in their concentration, who are always waiting for that happy moment of full composure, will never find it-their lives will be wasted.
We should be content with the degree of perfection that we can achieve with our resources, our will and determination is always a product of a gritty battle for concentration itself.