Quotes
Quotes about Art
Where should the scholar live? In solitude, or in society? in the green stillness of the country, where he can hear the heart of Nature beat, or in the dark, gray town where he can hear and feel the throbbing heart of man?
Our delight in any particular study, art, or science rises and improves in proportion to the application which we bestow upon it. Thus, what was at first an exercise becomes at length an entertainment.
Artificial intelligence will never be a match for natural stupidity.
Style! style! why, all writers will tell you that it is the very thing which can least of all be changed. A man's style is nearly as much a part of him as his physiognomy, his figure, the throbbing of this pulse,--in short, as any part of his being is at least subjected to the action of the will.
Clearness ornaments profound thoughts. [Fr., La clarte orne les pensees profondes.]
Hast thou not learn'd what thou art often told, A truth still sacred, and believed of old, That no success attends on spears and swords Unblest, and that the battle is the Lord's?
Born for success, he seemed With grace to win, with heart to hold, With shining gifts that took all eyes.
Nothing fails like success. â¢Gerald Nachman We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don't like? â¢Jean Cocteau Sometimes I worry about being a success in a mediocre world. â¢Lily Tomlin The penalty for success is to be bored by the people who used to snub you. â¢Nancy Astor For you to be successful, sacrifices must be made. It's better that they are made by others but failing that, you'll have to make them yourself. â¢Rita Mae Brown Part of the secret of success in life is to eat what you like and let the food fight it out inside. â¢Mark Twain The way to learn to do things is to do things. The way to learn a trade is to work at it. Success teaches how to succeed. Begin with the determination to succeed, and the work is half done already. â¢J.N. Fadenburg Make a success of living by seeing the goal and aiming for it unswervingly. â¢Cecil B. Demille I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true. I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live by the light that I have. â¢Abraham Lincoln The secret of success is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake those, you've got it made. â¢Groucho Marx Americans are the only people in the world known to me whose status anxiety prompts them to advertise their college and university affiliations in the rear window of their automobiles.
The common idea that success spoils people by making them vain, egotistic and self-complacent is erroneous; on the contrary it makes them, for the most part, humble, tolerant and kind.
I dread success. To have succeeded is to have finished one's business on earth, like the male spider, who is killed by the female the moment he has succeeded in his courtship. I like a state of continual becoming, with a goal in front and not behind.
That man is successful who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much, who has gained the respect of the intelligent men and the love of children; who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; who leaves the world better than he found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; who never lacked appreciation of earth's beauty or failed to express it; who looked for the best in others and gave the best he had.
We must walk consciously only part way toward our goal, and then leap in the dark to our success.
And he said, Who art thou, Lord? And the Lord said, I am Jesus whom thou persecutest: it is hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more!
Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and that must be Our chastisement or recompense.
Suffering is the ancient law of love; there is not quest without pain; there is no lover who is not also a martyr.
It is not true that suffering ennobles the character; happiness does that sometimes, but suffering for the most part, makes men petty and vindictive.
I question not if thrushes sing, If roses load the air; Beyond my heart I need not reach When all is summer there.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed: But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st, Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st. So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So ling lives this, and this gives life to thee.
When the Sun Clearest shineth Serenest in the heaven, Quickly are obscured All over the earth Other stars.
She stood breast-high amid the corn, Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.
Give God thy heart, thy service, and thy gold; The day wears on, and time is waxing old. - Unattributed Author,
It was the cooling hour, just when the rounded Red sun sinks down behind the azure hill, Which then seems as if the whole earth is bounded, Circling all nature, hush'd, and dim, and still, With the far mountain-crescent half surrounded On one side, and the deep sea calm and chill Upon the other, and the rosy sky With one star sparkling through it like an eye.
The sacred lamp of day Now dipt in western clouds his parting day.
Methought little space 'tween those hills intervened, But nearer,--more lofty,--more shaggy they seemed. The clouds o'er their summits they calmly did rest, And hung on the ether's invisible breast; Than the vapours of earth they seemed purer, more bright,-- Oh! could they be clouds? 'Twas the necklace of night.
