Every great work of art has two faces, one toward its own time and one toward the future, toward eternity.
 Every great work of art has two faces, one toward its own time and one toward the future, toward eternity.
âDaniel Barenboim
God wants spiritual fruits, not religious nuts.
âbumper sticker
Half the people you see these days are talking on cell phones, driving off the road and bumping into doors.
âsinger-songwriter Greg Brown
I donât know why everybody doesnât live at the beach, on the ocean.
âDennis Wilson
Only an auctioneer admires all schools of art.
âOscar Wilde
I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood.
âAudre Lord
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The father of every good work is discontent, and its mother is diligence.
âLajos Kassak
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Talent is a misfortune, for on the one hand it entitles a person to neither merit or respect, and on the other hand it lays on him tremendous responsibilities; he is like the honest steward who has to protect the treasure entrusted to his keeping without ever making use of it.
âAndrey Tarkovsky
All men are creative but few are artists.
âPaul Goodman
Children give depth to our lives. Like those magic pictures that seem one-dimensions, until you move in closer, cross your eyes, and discover thereâs more there than youâd ever imagined, Children give shape, color and texture to everything we do and see.
âauthor Becky Freeman (Peanut Butter Kisses and Mud Pie Hugs)
Ideas can come from anywhere and at any time. The problem with making mental notes is that the ink fades very rapidly.
âRolf Smith
You have achieved success in your field when you donât know whether what you are doing is work or play.
âWarren Beatty
The difference between the right word and the nearly right word is the same as that between lightning and the lightning bug.
âMark Twain
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An artistâs only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone elseâs.
âJ.D. Salinger
Trees, when they are lopped and cut, grow up again ⦠but men, being once lost, cannot easily be recovered.
âPlutarch