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Great art is the expression of a solution of the conflict between the demands of the world without and that within.

His second motto: Thou, nature, art my goddess; to thy laws my services are bound.

We do not yet trust the unknown powers of thought. Whence came all these tools, inventions, book laws, parties, kingdoms? Out of the invisible world, through a few brains. The arts and institutions of men are created out of thought. The powers that make the capitalist are metaphysical, the force of method and force of will makes trade, and builds towns.

I'm actually doing a show. From my shed. On the internet. But it won't be music or anything, it's more to do with drinking and smoking. It's an art piece.

Slavery discourages arts and manufactures.

Under the tropic is our language spoke, And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke.

The great art in writing advertisements is the finding out of a proper method to catch the reader's eye; without which, a good thing may pass over unobserved, or lost among commissions of bankrupt.

I am not so lost in lexicography as to forget that words are the daughters of earth, and that things are the sons of heaven.

By means of an image we are often able to hold on to our lost belongings. But it is the desperateness of losing which picks the flowers of memory, binds the bouquet.

RUBBISH, n. Worthless matter, such as the religions, philosophies, literatures, arts and sciences of the tribes infesting the regions lying due south from Boreaplas.

All the power of the occult healer lies in his conscious will, and all his art consists in producing faith in the patient.

In art, there are tears that do often lie too deep for thoughts.

Earth, receive an honored guest; William Yeats is laid to rest. Let the Irish vessel lie Emptied of its poetry.

But what a humiliation for me when someone standing next to me heard a flute in the distance and I heard nothing, or someone standing next to me heard a shepherd singing and again I heard nothing. Such incidents drove me almost to despair; a little more of that and I would have ended my life - it was only my art that held me back.

As in nature, as in the arts, so in grace; it is rough treatment that gives souls as well as stones their lustre; the more the diamond is cut the brighter it sparkles; and in what seems hard dealing, their God has no end in view but to perfect His people's graces. Our Father, and and kindest of fathers, He afflicts not willingly; He sends tribulations, but hear St Paul tell their purpose, - "Tribulation worketh patience, and patience experience, and experience hope."

Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire; that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.

As artists, we belong to an ancient and holy tribe. We are the carriers of the truth that spirit moves through us all. When we deal with one another, we are dealing not merely with our own human personalities but also with the unseen but ever-present throng of ideas, visions, stories, poems, songs, sculptures, art-as-facts that crowd the temple of consciousness waiting their turn to be born.

All of journalism is a shrinking art. So much of it is hype. The O.J. Simpson story is a landmark in the decline of journalism.

I always thought writing was the foundation and the basis for journalism in the same way being able to draw is the foundation for art.

Writing is manual labor of the mind: a job, like laying pipe.

I think I realized it was an art form at the beginning, but it took me a really long time before I was able to view what I was performing myself as an art form.