There are some things you can’t learn at any university, except for one, the University of Life… the only college where everyone is a permanent student.
E. A. BUCCHIANERIThere are some things you can’t learn at any university, except for one, the University of Life… the only college where everyone is a permanent student.
E. A. BUCCHIANERIYou’ll have to fall in love at least once in your life, or Paris has failed to rub off on you.
E. A. BUCCHIANERIIf you are what you eat, you are what you see and hear.
E. A. BUCCHIANERITempted to type meaningless twaddle all the time on Twitter…with alliteration, no less!
E. A. BUCCHIANERIPoor God, how often He is blamed for all the suffering in the world. It’s like praising Satan for allowing all the good that happens.
E. A. BUCCHIANERIA new challenge keeps the brain kicking and the heart ticking.
E. A. BUCCHIANERIIf a man cannot serve two masters, neither can Christianity, or several thousand of them as the case may be.
E. A. BUCCHIANERIIt’s not unpatriotic to denounce an injustice committed on our behalf, perhaps it’s the most patriotic thing we can do.
E. A. BUCCHIANERIEvil influence is like a nicotine patch, you cannot help but absorb what sticks to you.
E. A. BUCCHIANERIThe simple everyday experiences become the doorway to new thoughts and inspirations.
E. A. BUCCHIANERISometimes, the simple things are more fun and meaningful than all the banquets in the world.
E. A. BUCCHIANERIThe most beautiful moments always seemed to accelerate and slip beyond one’s grasp just when you want to hold onto them for as long as possible.
E. A. BUCCHIANERIYou can’t enjoy art or books in a hurry.
E. A. BUCCHIANERII am an artist you know … it is my right to be odd.
E. A. BUCCHIANERISpeed is not always a constituent to great work, the process of creation should be given time and thought.
E. A. BUCCHIANERIEditors can be stupid at times. They just ignore that author’s intention. I always try to read unabridged editions, so much is lost with cut versions of classic literature, even movies don’t make sense when they are edited too much. I love the longueurs of a book even if they seem pointless because you can get a peek into the author’s mind, a glimpse of their creative soul. I mean, how would people like it if editors came along and said to an artist, ‘Whoops, you left just a tad too much space around that lily pad there, lets crop that a bit, shall we?’. Monet would be ripping his hair out.
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