Art Quotes - Page 290

In regard to the philosophers, if they be true philosophers, i.e., lovers of truth, they should not be irritated that the earth moves. Rather, if they realize that they have held a false belief, they should thank those have shown them the truth; and if their opinion stands firm that the earth doesn't move, they will have reason to boast than be angered.

She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst… Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.

I hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.

Easy mind, light heart. A mind that is too easy hides a heart that is too heavy.

Forests are the lungs of our land.

The Democratic Party will live and continue to receive the support of the majority of Americans just so long as it remains a liberal party.

I was a pilot flying an airplane and it just so happened that, where I was flying, made what I was doing spying.

Paradoxically, the ability to be alone is the condition for the ability to love.

There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.

Close, close all night the lovers keep. They turn together in their sleep, Close as two pages in a book that read each other in the dark. Each knows all the other knows, learned by heart from head to toes.

Language is an anonymous, collective and unconscious art; the result of the creativity of thousands of generations.

The only quality that endures in art is a personal vision of the world. Methods are transient: personality is enduring.

It is not enough to hold the line against the dark. It is your responsibility to lead into the light. People don't like the light--it reveals too much. But hand in hand with the creative artist, you can lead people into the wisdom that is known to all other animals: simply, that it is the dark we have to fear.

I am not going to show you my art. I am going to share it with you. If I show it to you it becomes an exhibition, and in time it will be pushed so far into the back of your mind that it will be lost. But by sharing it with you, you will not only retain it forever, but I too will improve.

The art of doing mathematics consists in finding that special case which contains all the germs of generality.

I want to party in space because I make alien music.

Besides prostitution, magic is one of the oldest art forms that exist.

At the heart of the deterioration of the fabric of the Negro society is the deterioration of the Negro family.

Although the Irish language is connected with the many recollections that twine around the hearts of Irishmen, yet the superior utility of the English tongue, as the medium of all modern communication, is so great that I can witness without a sigh the gradual decline of the Irish language.

For artists, scientists, inventors, schoolchildren, and the rest of us, intrinsic motivation-the drive to do something because it is interesting, challenging, and absorbing-is essential for high levels of creativity.

Justice is always Violence to the Party offending, for every Man is Innocent in his own Eyes.

All right, New York City! Welcome to Madison... Square... Jericho! And after tonight, when I become the true, undisputed Intercontinental champion, the Jerichoholics of the Big Apple will throw a celebration party that will make the millennium bash in Times Square look like my sister's seventh birthday party! It'll be a celebration so huge, so grandiose, so spectacular, that it will never, EEEEEEEEVER, be forgotten again!

If we open our eyes, if we open our minds, if we open our hearts, we will find that this world is a magical place. It is magical not because it tricks us or changes unexpectedly into something else, but because it can be so vividly and brilliantly.

The mind is the seat of perception of the things we see, hear, and feel. It is through the mind that we see the beauties of the earth and sky, or music, of art, in fact, of everything. That silent shuttle of thought working in and out through cell and nerve weaves into one harmonious whole the myriad moods of mind, and we call it life.

The pure, frank sentiments we hold in our hearts are the only truthful sources of art.