Quotes
Quotes about Age
I remember being handed a score composed by Mozart at the age of eleven. What could I say? I felt like de Kooning, who was asked to comment on a certain abstract painting, and answered in the negative. He was then told it was the work of a celebrated monkey. 'That's different. For a monkey, it's terrific.' - "London Magazine", March, 1967.
As for types like my own, obscurely motivated by the conviction that our existence was worthless if we didn't make a turning point of it, we were assigned to the humanities, to poetry, philosophy, paintingâthe nursery games of humankind, which had to be left behind when the age of science began. The humanities would be called upon to choose a wallpaper for the crypt, as the end drew near.
Everyone has talent. What is rare is the courage to follow that talent to the dark place where it leads.
The studio, a room to which the artist consigns himself for life, is naturally important, not only as workplace, but as a source of inspiration. And it usually manages, one way or another, to turn up in his product.
I believe in Michelangelo, Velasquez, and Rembrandt; in the might of design, the mystery of color, the redemption of all things by Beauty everlasting, and the message of Art that has made these hands blessed. Amen. Amen.
Morale is a state of mind. It is steadfastness and courage and hope.
He who rules by moral force is like the pole star, which remains in place while all the lesser stars do homage to it.
Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? . . . And the creature run from the cur. There thou mightst behold the great image of authority--a dog's obeyed in office.
The circumstance which gives authors an advantage above all these great masters, is this, that they can multiply their originals; or rather, can make copies of their works, to what number they please, which shall be as valuable as the originals themselves.
Will you have all in all for prose and verse? Take the miracle of our age, Sir Philip Sidney.
The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;-- Old age, begin sighing!
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core.
Sweet is the infant's waking smile, And sweet the old man's rest-- But middle age by no fond wile, No soothing calm is blest.
Nothing makes a woman more beautiful than the belief she is beautiful. â¢Sophia Loren Nothing's beautiful from every point of view. â¢Horace Beauty is the first present nature gives to women and the first it takes away. â¢George Brossin Méré ...It's a sort of bloom on a woman. If you have it you don't need to have anything else; and if you don't have it, it doesn't much matter what else you have. â¢James Matthew Barrie In every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty. â¢Christopher Morley Beauty is power; a smile is its sword. â¢Charles Reade Beauty is only skin deep, but it's a valuable asset if you're poor or haven't any sense. â¢Kin Hubbard Beauty is not caused. It is. â¢Emily Dickinson Beauty is an outward gift which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused. â¢Edward Gibbon My heart that was rapt away by the wild cherry blossomsâwill it return to my body when they scatter? â¢Kotomichi Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile. â¢Campbell Champagne is the only wine a woman can drink and still remain beautiful. â¢Mme. de Pompadour Conceit is to nature what paint is to beauty; it is not only needless, but impairs what it would improve. â¢Pope Delusions are often functional. A mother's opinions about her children's beauty, intelligence, goodness, et cetera ad nauseam, keep her from drowning them at birth. â¢Lazarus Long Honesty coupled to beauty is to have honey a sauce to sugar. â¢Shakespeare It is good that the young are beautiful; it is the only advantage they have. â¢The Duchess of Windsor Love that has nothing but beauty to keep it in good health is short lived, and apt to have ague fits. â¢Erasmus The beautiful are never desolate, But someone always loves them. â¢Bailey Beauty, n: the power by which a woman charms a lover and terrifies a husband. â¢Ambrose Bierce Everything beautiful has its moment and then passes away. â¢Luis Cernuda Beauty without grace is the hook without the bait. â¢Ralph Waldo Emerson Plain women know more about men than beautiful ones do. But beautiful women don't need to know about men. It's the men who have to know about beautiful women. â¢Katherine Hepburn A bachelor never quite gets over the idea that he is a thing of beauty and a boy forever. â¢Helen Rowland There is no cosmetic for beauty like happiness. â¢Countess of Blessington Truth exists for the wise, beauty for the feeling heart. â¢Johann von Schiller When a girl ceases to blush, she has lost the most powerful charm of her beauty. â¢Gregory I The average man is more interested in a woman who is interested in him than he is in a woman, any woman, with beautiful legs. â¢Marlene Dietrich Beauty is truth, truth beauty, that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. â¢John Keats I'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin deep. That's deep enough. What do you want, an adorable pancreas? â¢Jean Kerr The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt. â¢Anonymous What ever beauty may be, it has for its basis order, and for its essence unity. â¢Father Andre Personal beauty is a greater recommendation than any letter of reference. â¢Aristotle I'm not ugly, but my beauty is a total creation. â¢Tyra Banks Exuberance is beauty. â¢William Blake Even with all my wrinkles! I am beautiful! â¢Bessie Delanay As soon as beauty is sought not from religion and love, but for pleasure, it degrades the seeker. â¢Ralph Waldo Emerson Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. â¢Kahlil Gibran Beauty is worse than wine, it intoxicates both the holder and beholder. â¢Immermann Beauty is a short-lived tyranny. â¢Socrates Beauty is the bait which with delight allures man to enlarge his kind.
Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavor in continual motion; To which is fixed as an aim or butt Obedience; for so work the honeybees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king, and officers of sorts, Where some like magistrates correct at home, Others like merchants venture trade abroad, Others like soldiers armed in their stings Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor, Who, busied in his majesties, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice with his surly hum Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
It needs not nor it boots thee not, proud queen, Unless the adage must be verified, That beggars mounted run their horse to death.
Does there, I wonder, exist a being who has read all, or approximately all, that the person of average culture is supposed to have read, and that not to have read is a social sin? If such a being does exist, surely he is an old, a very old man.
They called the wind lackadaisical.. but because he in freedom blows the world will never lack for daisies.. (to Laurie Otto Milwaukee Wisconsin advocate of wild lawns) http://www.epa.gov/greenacres http://www.egroups.com/messages/nomow108/1.
The years of slavery are past, The Belgian rejoices once more; Courage restores to him at last The rights he held of yore. Strong and firm his grasp will be-- Keeping the ancient flag unfurled To fling its message on the watchful world: For king, for right, for liberty. [Fr., Apres des siecles d'esclavage, Le Belge sortant du tombeau, A reconquis par son courage, Son nom, ses droits et son drapeau, Et ta main souveraine et fiere, Peuple desormais indompte, Grava sur ta vieille banniere, Le Roi, la loi, la liberte.
How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at interval upon the ear In cadence sweet; now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Memory slept.
Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!
When the swallows homeward fly, When the roses scattered lie, When from neither hill or dale, Chants the silvery nightingale: In these works my bleeding heart Would to thee its brief impart; When I thus thy image lose Can I, ah! can I, e'er know repose?
O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age!
Once he saw a youth blushing, and addressed him, "Courage, my boy; that is the complexion of virtue."
The average, healthy, well-adjusted adult gets up at seven-thirty in the morning feeling just plain terrible.
