“Seraphs share with thee Knowledge; but Art, O Man, is thine alone!”

Deep meaning lies often in childish play.

Every man stamps his value on himself… man is made great or small by his own will.

Man is created free, and is free, even though born in chains.

A pity about the people! they are brave enough comrades, but they have heads like a soapboiler’s.

Truth exists for the wise, beauty for the feeling heart.

Life is earnest, art is gay.

As inclination changes, thus ebbs and flows the unstable tide of public judgment.

Rarely do we arrive at the summit of truth without running into extremes; we have frequently to exhaust the part of error, and even of folly, before we work our way up to the noble goal of tranquil wisdom.

Intellect-brain force.

You have to go the rounds from individual to individual in order to gather the totality of the race.

On dreary night let lusty sunshine fall.

What else is chance but the rude stone which receives its life from the sculptor’s hand? Providence gives us chance, and man must mould it to his own designs.

Only those who have the patience to do simple things perfectly will acquire the skill to do difficult things easily.

Joy all creatures drink At nature’s bosoms.

Foster the beautiful, and every hour thou tallest new flowers to birth.

Anyone taken as an individual is tolerably sensible and reasonable – as a member of a crowd, he at once becomes a blockhead.

Fast bowling is an art, like spin bowling.

Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.

My ideas come when I least expect it, so I’ve always got to have a studio nearby or close by somewhere.

I love jotting down ideas for my blog, so I doodle or take notes on all kinds of stuff that inspires me: the people I meet, boutiques I visit, a florist that just gave me a great idea for an interior-design project, things like that.

The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.

We live in a world that is like art painted by the light in so many colors.

However much you are read in theory, if thou hast no practice thou art ignorant.

I’m gonna write from personal experience, from emotion, from whatever the hell I’m feeling that day.