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 Every great work of art has two faces, one toward its own time and one toward the future, toward eternity.

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 Every great work of art has two faces, one toward its own time and one toward the future, toward eternity.

—Daniel Barenboim

God wants spiritual fruits, not religious nuts.

—bumper sticker

Half the people you see these days are talking on cell phones, driving off the road and bumping into doors.

—singer-songwriter Greg Brown

I don’t know why everybody doesn’t live at the beach, on the ocean.

—Dennis Wilson

Only an auctioneer admires all schools of art.

—Oscar 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.

—Audre Lord

 

The father of every good work is discontent, and its mother is diligence.

—Lajos Kassak

 

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.

—Andrey Tarkovsky

All men are creative but few are artists.

—Paul 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 there’s more there than you’d ever imagined, Children give shape, color and texture to everything we do and see.

—author 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.

—Rolf Smith

You have achieved success in your field when you don’t know whether what you are doing is work or play.

—Warren Beatty

The difference between the right word and the nearly right word is the same as that between lightning and the lightning bug.

—Mark Twain

 

An artist’s only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else’s.

—J.D. Salinger

Trees, when they are lopped and cut, grow up again … but men, being once lost, cannot easily be recovered.

—Plutarch

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