Art Quotes - Page 510

Why, I can smile and murder whiles I smile, And cry 'content' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face for all occasions

For nothing reaches the heart but what is from the heart, or pierces the conscience but what comes from a living conscience

Workers in industry are the partners in war of the fighting forces.

Therefore, when a person refuses to come to Christ it is never just because of lack of evidence or because of intellectual difficulties: at root, he refuses to come because he willingly ignores and rejects the drawing of God's Spirit on his heart. No one in the final analysis really fails to become a Christian because of lack of arguments; he fails to become a Christian because he loves darkness rather than light and wants nothing to do with God.

If humans died in a healthy culture, they would not lock out the earth in metal coffins and carve their names on stone monuments, but would instead place the naked body in the earth and plant a tree above the silent heart.

The only environment the artist needs is whatever peace, whatever solitude, and whatever pleasure he can get at not too high a cost.

It is the writer's privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart.

The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself

The joy of brightening other lives, bearing each others' burdens, easing other's loads and supplanting empty hearts and lives with generous gifts becomes for us the magic of Christmas.

I cast my heart into my rhymes, That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went with them After the red-rose-bordered hem.

Christianity is art and not money. Money is its curse.

Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache: do be my enemy for friendship's sake.

Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death.

Let us prove to the world that good taste, good art, and good writing can be good selling.

Advertising is fundamentally persuasion and persuasion happens to be not a science, but an art.

The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.

Every science begins as philosophy and ends as art; it arises in hypothesis and flows into achievement.

If we do not allow for a rhythm of rest in our overly busy lives, illness becomes our Sabbath— our pneumonia, our cancer, our heart attack, our accidents create Sabbath for us.

An inner knowing, along with a burning desire, is the prerequisite for becoming a person capable of manifesting his or her heart's desires.

Abstract art places a new world, which on the surface has nothing to do with 'reality,' next to the 'real' world.

So the heart be right, it is no matter which way the head lieth.

The importance of colour is as nothing compared with that of form, chiaroscuro and arrangement. They are the true and enduring bases of pictorial art.

No high-minded painter of the last fifty years has been able to come to terms with his art without coming to terms with the problem of cubism.

The art of art, the glory of expression, is simplicity. Nothing is better than simplicity, and the sunlight of letters is simplicity. Nothing is better than simplicity-nothing can make up for excess, or for the lack of definiteness.

The art of art... is simplicity.