I became frustrated with myself for not being as sturdy and unquestioning as I knew a man in my position should be.
Photography is an art which touches and grips one's own heart's blood.
Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye. . . it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.
No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love.
All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart's blood. Art is your heart's blood.
My art is rooted in a single reflection: why am I not as others are?. . . my art gives meaning to my life.
What is art? Art grows from joy and sorrow, but mostly from sorrow. It grows from human lives.
Get out of the office. Roam the frontline. Be observant. Hold your people accountable for creating the new narrative, a new story, in which your customers are the most important "characters". Because, you know, they really are.
I would not be you for a kingdom. ' The remark was too naïve to rouse anger; I merely said - 'Very good. ' 'And what would you give to be ME?' she inquired. 'Not a bad sixpence - strange as it may sound', I replied. 'You are but a poor creature. ' 'You don't think so in your heart. ' 'No; for in my heart you have not the outline of a place: I only occasionally turn you over in my brain.
A downtrodden class. . . will never be able to make an effective protest until it achieves solidarity.
St. Jerome declares that he holds for certain, and has learned from experience, that he will never make a good end who has led a bad life to the very last: 'This I hold, this I have learned by much experience, that his will be an evil end who has always led an evil life. '