It's a bit much in this context, but it's such a good quote I can't resist... When I can write poetry while weaving a tapestry, designing wallpaper and engaging in political agitation then like William Morris I will be a real man. It may be a while.
What thing but that same death
Had we left now to hope for? death must come
And find us somewhere an enduring home.
Will grief kill men, as some folk think it will?
Then are we of all men most hard to kill.
William Morris, The Earthly Paradise