“What is the secret of life?” the poet Donald Hall once asked the eighty-year-old sculptor Henry Moore. “With anyone else,” Hall commented, “the answer would have begun with an ironic laugh,” but Henry Moore answered the question in straight-forward, pragmatic terms:
The secret of life is to have a task, something you devote your entire life to, something you bring everything to, every minute of the day for your whole life. And the most important thing is—it must be something you cannot possibly do!”
