Quotes
Quotes about Art
Either Zeus came to earth to shew his form to thee, Phidias, or thou to heaven hast gone the god to see.
Say, Bacchus, why so placid? What can there be In commune held by Pallas and by thee? Her pleasure is in darts and battles; thine In joyous feasts and draughts of rosy wine.
And that dismal cry rose slowly And sank slowly through the air, Full of spirit's melancholy And eternity's despair! And they heart the words it said-- Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!
Creator Venus, genial power of love, The bliss of men below, and gods above! Beneath the sliding sun thou runn'st thy race, Dost fairest shine, and best become thy place; For thee the winds their eastern blasts forbear, Thy mouth reveals the spring, and opens all the year; Thee, goddess, thee, the storms of winter fly, Earth smiles with flowers renewing, laughs the sky.
There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu, There's a little marble cross below the town, There's a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew, And the yellow god forever gazes down.
A thirst for gold, The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm The meanest hearts.
What female heart can gold despise? What cat's averse to fish?
How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish overcareful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care. Their bones with industry. For this they have engrossed and piled up The cankered heaps of strange-achieved gold; For this they have been thoughtful to invest Their sons with arts and martial exercises.
Commerce has set the mark of selfishness, The signet of its all-enslaving power Upon a shining ore, and called it gold; Before whose image bow the vulgar great, The vainly rich, the miserable proud, The mob of peasants, nobles, priests, and kings, And with blind feelings reverence the power That grinds them to the dust of misery. But in the temple of their hireling hearts Gold is a living god, and rules in scorn All earthly things but virtue.
It is much better to have your gold in the hand than in the heart.
There shall never be one lost good! What was shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
Gossip is the art of saying nothing in such a way that leaves practically nothing unsaid.
Hearts that are delicate and kind, and tongues that are neitherâthese makes the finest company in the world.
Ah, well, the truth is always one thing, but in a way it's the other thing, the gossip, that counts. It shows where people's hearts lie.
Gossip is the art of saying nothing in a way that leaves practically nothing unsaid.
Despotism tempered by assassination, that is our Magna Carta. [Fr., Le despotisme tempere par l'assassinat, c'est notre magna charta.]
Not stones, nor wood, nor the art of artisans make a state; but where men are who know how to take care of themselves, these are cities and walls.
I am for Peace, for Retrenchment, and for Reform,--thirty years ago the great watchwords of the great Liberal Party.
All government--indeed, every human benefit and enjoyment, every virtue and every prudent act--is founded on compromise and barter.
Democracy is the art and science of running the circus from the monkey cage.
Only a government that is rich and safe can afford to be a democracy, for democracy is the most expensive and nefarious kind of government ever heard of on earth.
The true art of government consists in not governing too much.
Democracy is the art and science of running the circus from the monkey cage.
You can't run a government solely on a business basis ... Government should be human. It should have a heart.
The nearest approach to immortality on earth is a government bureau.
