As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
William ShakespeareRead
The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious.
Interpretation
The way we value things is often influenced by our needs, transforming the ordinary into something valuable.
In this quote, Shakespeare suggests that our perception of value is not inherent in objects themselves but is shaped by our necessities and desires. What may initially seem worthless can gain significance through the context of our lives, illustrating the power of perspective and human experience in art and life.
In practice
In a motivational speech about rising above challenges.
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.
Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.
Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!
Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
Every artist, every scientist, every writer must decide now where he stands. The artist must take sides. He must elect to fight for freedom or for slavery. I have made my choice. I had no alternative.
If the King loves music, it is well with the land.
Writing a screenplay, for me, is like juggling. It's like, how many balls can you get in the air at once? All those ideas have to float out there to a certain point, and then they'll crystallize into a pattern.
I have an idea, and I have a perpetrator, and I write the book along those lines, and when I get to the last chapter, I change the perpetrator so that if I can deceive myself, I can deceive the reader.
More important than a work of art itself is what it will sow. Art can die, a painting can disappear. What counts is the seed.
When I stand before a canvas, I never know what I'll do, and I am the first one surprised at what comes out.
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