Practice conquers the habit of doing, without reflecting on the rule.
Everything in life that we really accept undergoes a change.
To acknowledge the presence of fear is to give birth to failure.
I think I hate snow, downright hate it. There is something stupefying in it, a kind of 'You must be worse before you're better,' and down it spins.
There are always these moments in life when the limits of suffering are reached and we become heroes and heroines.
You are a Queen. Let mine be the joy of giving you your kingdom.
The fields are snowbound no longer; There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green. The snow has been caught up into the sky- So many white clouds-and the blue of the sky is cold. Now the sun walks in the forest, He touches the bows and stems with his golden fingers; They shiver, and wake from slumber. Over the barren branches he shakes his yellow curls. Yet is the forest full of the sound of tears. . . . A wind dances over the fields. Shrill and clear the sound of her waking laughter, Yet the little blue lakes tremble And the flags of tenderest green bend and quiver.
Even when I go to a salad bar, I need to feel like I'm one of the first people there.
Avoid distant views, paint objects close up. If the foreground is well done the distance will take care of itself.
So Ahmadinejad wants to be the first Iranian in space - wasn't he there just last week? 'Iran launches monkey into space. '
Any critic of Cezanne who described him as a painter of country scenes would be moving in the wrong direction. You must begin with the question of style. . .