From Alexander Pope's "Essay on Criticism"

"A little learning is a dangerous thing;

Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring;

For shallow draughts intoxicate the brain

And drinking largely sobers us again.

Fired at first sight with what the Muse imparts,

In fearless youth we tempt the heights of arts,

While from the bounded level of our mind,

Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind;

But more advanced, behold with strange surprise

New distant scenes of endless science rise!

So pleased at first the towering Alps we try.

Mount o'er the vales, and seem to tread the sky,

The' eternal snows appear already past,

And the first clouds and mountains seem the last;

But those attained, we tremble to survey

The growing labours of the lengthened way,

Th' increasing prospects tire our wandering eyes,

Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise!"

Drink deeply or taste not the Pierian Spring!

Theres a lot for me to learn and a lot of growth that I have to undergo before I can really carve and hammer something great. But, maybe I should not aim for greatness but just the best that I can do?

In the end though, the best can always be better.