“Art is the right hand of Nature. The latter has only given us being, the former has made us men.”

Forgiveness is the finding again of a lost possession.

If we do not find anything very pleasant, at least we shall find something new.

In a narrow circle the mind contracts. Man grows with his expanded needs.

The future comes slowly, the present flies and the past stands still forever.

What reason, like the careful ant, draws laboriously together, the wind of accident sometimes collects in a moment.

What the inner voice says will not disappoint the hoping soul.

Even the weak become strong when they are united.

Toil of science swells the wealth of art.

Soon is the struggle past, and to the earth, To the eternal sun, I render back These atoms, joined in me for pain and pleasure.

Power is the most persuasive rhetoric.

The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and billows.

Arrow-swift the present sweepeth, and motionless forever stands the past.

Worthless is the nation that does not gladly stake it’s all on its honor.

Our safety is not in blindness, but in facing our dangers.

Man, living, feeling man, is the easy sport of the over-mastering present.

Nothing, it is true, is more common than for both Science and Art to pay homage to the spirit of the age, and for creative taste to accept the law of critical taste.

Leadership is the art of getting someone else to do something you want done because he wants to do it.

A sense of humor is part of the art of leadership, of getting along with people, of getting things done.

Especially as an artist, the creative freedom we have makes us who we are. We’re human beings-we’re gonna mess up sometimes. I definitely feel like people should continue being who they are. As long as you’re staying true to who you are, that’s super important.

The arts are not just a nice thing to have or to do if there is free time or if one can afford it. Rather, paintings and poetry, music and fashion, design and dialogue, they all define who we are as a people and provide an account of our history for the next generation.

Conquests will come and go but Delambre’s work will endure.

When you’re, like, 190 pounds, dark-skinned, and a new artist that no one really cares about, people don’t really take the time to make you look beautiful.

If the art of war were nothing but the art of avoiding risks, glory would become the prey of mediocre minds, I have made all the calculations; fate will do the rest.

We frustrate many designs against us by pretending not to see them.