Whatever shall we do in that remote spot? Well, we will write our memoirs. Work is the scythe of time.
The dream of reason produces monsters
The act of painting is about one heart telling another heart where he found salvation.
Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible monsters; united with it, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of marvels.
The dream of reason produces monsters. Imagination deserted by reason creates impossible, useless thoughts. United with reason, imagination is the mother of all art and the source of all its beauty.
First be a magnificent artist and then you can do whatever, but the art must be first.
I see only forms that are lit up and forms that are not. There is only light and shadow.
Architecture is a art when one consciously or unconsciously creates aesthetic emotion in the atmosphere and when this environment produces well being.
Bob Corker was not the inside man that, certainly, Senator [Jeff] Sessions was. And he doesn`t telegraph what`s going on. He`s been much more discreet about that.
Devils used to be God's angels that fell from the top. There is no diversity cos we're burnin in the melting pot.
When it comes to such open-heart reflection, I'm a firm believer in the observer effect, which states that anything you try to observe is automatically changed by the mere fact that you're looking at it. The way I see it, if you try to study your emotions on a microscopic level, the best you can do is understand how it feels to hold the magnifying glass.