Of course, art turns many people away for there has to be a limit. The limits between the gifted and the ungifted.
~ Elfriede Jelinek
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Monthly Archives: April 2024
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The time was to come, when that wine too would be spilled on the street-stones, and when the stain of it would be red upon many there.
~ Charles Dickens
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That democratic socialism, the great utopia of the last few generations, is not only unachievable, but that to strive for it produces something so utterly different that few of those who wish it would be prepared to accept the consequences, many will not believe until the connection has been laid bare in all its aspects.
~ Friedrich Hayek
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Mankind has always made too much of its saints and heroes, and how the latter handle the fuss might be called their final test.
~ Wilfrid Sheed
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An editor—especially a brilliant one, as I’ve been lucky to have—pushes against your ideas, hones your writing, demands that you express yourself with the utmost clarity.
~ Gal Beckerman via The Atlantic
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When I hear people speak of the evolution of an artist, it seems to me that they are considering him standing between two mirrors that face each other and reproduce his image an infinite number of times, and that they contemplate the successive images of one mirror as his past, and the images of the other mirror as his future, while his real image is taken as his present. They do not consider that they all are the same images in different planes.
~ Pablo Picasso
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Less, but better.
~ Dieter Rams
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A delay in a balancing feedback loop makes the system likely to oscillate.
~ Donella Meadows
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Beauty, like truth, is a thing which is relative to the time in which one lives and to the individual capable of understanding it. The expression of the beautiful bears a precise relation to the power of perception acquired by the artist.
~ Gustave Courbet
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Sometimes, when a person is truly lost in this world, suffocating inside her private bubble where all she can hear is her own droning heartbeat, a touch can be enough.
~ Walter Kirn
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