I guess we're oil and water. (Phoebe) I'd say we're more like gasoline and a blowtorch. (Dan)
The great painter has something to say. He does not paint men, landscapes, or furniture; but an idea.
Why do we love the sea? It is because it has some potent power to make us think things we like to think.
When the artist is alive in any person, whatever his kind of work may be, he becomes an inventive, searching, daring, self-expressive creature. He becomes interesting to other people. He disturbs, upsets, enlightens, and opens ways for better understanding. Where those who are not artists are trying to close the book, he opens it and shows there are still more pages possible.
The work of the art student is no light matter. Few have the courage and stamina to think it through. You have to make up your mind to be alone in many ways. We like sympathy and we like to be in company. It is easier than going it alone. But alone one gets acquainted with himself, grows up and on, not stopping with the crowd. It costs to do this. If you succeed somewhat you may have to pay for it as well as enjoy it all your life.
Paint the flying spirit of the bird rather than its feathers.
There are moments in our lives, there are moments in a day, when we seem to see beyond the usual- become clairvoyant. We reach then into reality. Such are the moments of our greatest happiness. Such are the moments of our greatest wisdom. It is in the nature of all people to have these experiences; but in our time and under the conditions of our lives, it is only a rare few who are able to continue in the experience and find expression for it.
All strong souls first go to hell before they do the healing of the world they came here for. If we are lucky, we return to help those still trapped below.
Christians are supposed not merely to endure change, nor even to profit by it, but to cause it.
I think going to college for that one year was probable the best thing I have ever done.
The flak is always the heaviest closest to the target