I am sure, Though you can guess what temperance should be, You know not what it is.
And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?
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.
You're cultural supremacists to the core. You'll perform your Questionable Activities to help out the poor little piggies, but there isn't a chance in the world you'll notice when they have something to teach you.
I don't see how a young American can vote for, well, can vote for a Democrat.
I don't celebrate birthdays much, except for decade-wise. It's not a really big thing.
Probably millions of Americans got up this morning with a cup of coffee, a cigarette and a donut. No wonder they are sick and fouled up.