In autumn, when the leaves are brown, Take pen and ink, and write it down.
But Time is a great traitor who teaches us to accept loss.
Art should be truth; and truth, unadorned, unsentimentalized, is beauty.
I was like many another who starts an intrigue timidly. Once into it, I had to go on, and therefore I had to harden my sensibilities.
Now I had lived long enough and had heard enough from urchins my age and from other slaves, to distrust the person who calls himself merciful, or just, or kindly. Usually these are the most cruel, niggardly and selfish people, and slaves learn to fear the master who prefaces his remarks with tributes to his own virtues.
The eye is complicated. It mixes the colors [it sees] for you. . . The painter must unmix them and lay them on again shade by shade, and then the eye of the beholder takes over and mixes them again.
And how to paint your lovely hands, fluttering over the silks like two dark birds?
Everybody hates dependence, and that's why couples are continuously fighting, not knowing why they are fighting. They have to meditate over it, they have to contemplate over it, why they are fighting. Everything is just an excuse to fight. If you change one excuse, another excuse will be found; if no excuse is left then excuses will be invented, but somehow the fight has to be there.
Your projects can often demonstrative new and innovative approaches that can be supported and eventually replicated with greater support from the public sector. Showing up and speaking up at city council and state legislature hearings are essential, but so is the project work.
There is a land where a man, to live, must be a man.
We have to play it longer because there are no numbers or letters.