Freedom is man's capacity to take a hand in his own development. It is our capacity to mold ourselves.
There was something soothing about the crackle of paper, the smell of ink, and the soft scratching of nibs and brushes.
When people say impossible, they usually mean improbable.
The ox feels the yoke, but does the bird feel the weight of its wings?
Don't wish for bricks when you can build from stone.
Yuyeh sesh. Despise your heart. Ni weh sesh. I have no heart.
Na razrusha'ya. I am not ruined. E'ya razrushost. I am ruination.
I share something in common with Norman Rockwell and, for that matter, with Walt Disney, in that I really like to make people happy.
[Aldous Huxley] compared the brain to a 'reducing valve'. In ordinary perception, the senses send an overwhelming flood of information to the brain, which the brain then filters down to a trickle it can manage for the purpose of survival in a highly competitive world. Man has become so rational, so utilitarian, that the trickle becomes most pale and thin. It is efficient, for mere survival, but it screens out the most wondrous part of man's potential experience without his even knowing it. We're shut off from our own world.
To suffer and to endure is the lot of humanity.
In the Olympic Oath, I ask for only one thing: sporting loyalty.