I have a feeling I shall go mad. I cannot go on longer in these terrible times. I shan't recover this time. I hear voices and cannot concentrate on my work. I have fought against it but cannot fight any longer.
The force of union conquers all.
We are quick to flare up, we races of men on the earth.
Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.
Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess-- so she strikes our eyes!
I'm a white male, age 18 to 49. Everyone listens to me, no matter how dumb my suggestions are.
For I am yearning to visit the limits of the all-nurturing Earth, and Oceans, from whom the gods are sprung.
As far as I am concerned, a painting speaks for itself. What is the use of giving explanations, when all is said and done? A painter has only one language.
The sportive, knightly battle awakens the best human characteristics. It doesn't separate, but unites the combatants in understanding and respect. He also helps to connect the countries in the spirit of peace. That's why the Olympic Flame should never die.
Don't make music for some vast, unseen audience or market or ratings share or even for something as tangible as money. Though it's crucial to make a living, that shouldn't be your inspiration. Do it for yourself.
People in England are so bloody nosy.