Life solves its problems with well-adapted designs, life-friendly chemistry and smart material and energy use.
Behold congenial Autumn comes, the Sabbath of the Year.
Music is the medicine of the mind.
You have a lot to learn, young man. Philosophy. Theology. Literature. Poetry. Drama. History. Archeology. Anthropology. Mythology. Music. These are your tools as much as brush and pigment. You cannot be an artist until you are civilized. You cannot be civilized until you learn. To be civilized is to know where you belong in the continuum of our art and your world. To surmount the past, you must know the past.
When I was your age, art was a lonely thing: no galleries, no collecting, no critics, no money. We didn't have mentors. We didn't have parents. We were alone. But it was a great time, because we had nothing to lose and a vision to gain.
The state calls Paul Winthrop to the stand. ". . . Paul answered the opening questions briefly, weighing his words, his eyes on Julia's. "Would you tell the court the nature of your relationship with Miss Summers?" "I'm in love with Miss Summers. " The faintest of smiles touched his lips. "Completely in love with Miss Summers.
Our Constitution was not intended to be used by. . . any group to foist its personal religious beliefs on the rest of us.
As time goes on, thing do get made up.
Yo soy carne muerta. Translation: I am dead meat.