Every man who has shown the world the way to beauty, to true culture, has been a rebel, a 'universal' without patriotism, without home, who has found his people everywhere.
The span of a man's life - that is nothing. But what a man makes of that span - that is something. A man must make his own meaning for life. Meaning … - Chaim Potok
The span of a man's life - that is nothing. But what a man makes of that span - that is something. A man must make his own meaning for life. Meaning …
- Chaim Potok
Truth has to be given in riddles. People can't take truth if it comes charging at them like a bull. The bull is always killed. You have to give peopl… - Chaim Potok
Truth has to be given in riddles. People can't take truth if it comes charging at them like a bull. The bull is always killed. You have to give peopl…
No one knows he is fortunate until he becomes unfortunate, that's the way the world is. - Chaim Potok
No one knows he is fortunate until he becomes unfortunate, that's the way the world is.
To the extent that I come from a deeply religious tradition and have been contending with those beginnings all of my life - that constitutes the subj… - Chaim Potok
To the extent that I come from a deeply religious tradition and have been contending with those beginnings all of my life - that constitutes the subj…
Art is whether or not there is a scream in him wanting to get out in a special way. - Chaim Potok
Art is whether or not there is a scream in him wanting to get out in a special way.
Each generation thinks it fights new battles. But the battles are the same. Only the people are different. - Chaim Potok
Each generation thinks it fights new battles. But the battles are the same. Only the people are different.
Art begins . . . when someone interprets, when someone sees the world through his own eyes. Art happens when what is seen becomes mixed with the insi… - Chaim Potok
Art begins . . . when someone interprets, when someone sees the world through his own eyes. Art happens when what is seen becomes mixed with the insi…
I looked at my right hand, the hand with which I painted. There was power in that hand. Power to create and destroy. Power to bring pleasure and pain… - Chaim Potok
I looked at my right hand, the hand with which I painted. There was power in that hand. Power to create and destroy. Power to bring pleasure and pain…
Something that is yours forever is never precious - Chaim Potok
Something that is yours forever is never precious
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