It would be good if you opened your heart to the fullness of time and spirit.
Towering genius disdains a beaten path. . . It scorns to tread in the footsteps of any predecessor, however illustrious. It thirsts for distinction.
It is to deny, what the history of the world tells us is true, to suppose that men of ambition and talents will not continue to spring up amongst us. And, when they do, they will as naturally seek the gratification of their ruling passion, as others have so done before them.
You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow by evading it today.
Cling to liberty and right; battle fro them; leed for them; die for them, if need be; and have confidence in God.
Nations do not die from invasion; they die from internal rottenness.
Reduce the supply of black labor by colonizing the black laborer out of the country, and by precisely so much you increase the demand for and wages of white labor.
You have bits of canvas that are unpainted and you have these thick stretcher bars. So you see that a painting is an object; that it's not a window into something - you're not looking at a landscape, you're not looking at a portrait, but you're looking at a painting. It's basically: A painting is a painting is a painting. And it's what Frank Stella said famously: What you see is what you see.
Whoever designed this frigging map was having a laugh. Just around the corner, my arse.
Behind the curtain's mystic fold The glowing future lies unrolled.
I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. Suicide? Jesus Christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldn’t let me.