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Artistic growth is, more than it is anything else, a refining of the sense of truthfulness. the stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is. change only takes place through action. a ship in a harbor is safe  -  but that is not what ships were made for. do not follow where the path may lead. go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. so much of what i see reminds me of something i read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? drop the question what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that fate allows you. every now and then go away, even briefly, have a little relaxation, for when you come back to your work your judgment will be surer; since to remain constantly at work will cause you to lose power. the obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply. it is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it. that's the way things come clear. all of a sudden. and then you realize how obvious they've been all along. people living deeply have no fear of death. there exists a passion for comprehension, just as there is a passion for music. that passion is rather common in children, but gets lost in most of us later on. unless you try to do something beyond what you have already mastered, you will never grow. your mind might make a connection that is useful. but true is another matter. true implies that you have found a connection that exists independent of your apprehension of it, that would exist whether you noticed it or not. and i must say that i have never seen such a connection in my life. there are times when i suspect that there are no such connections, that all links, bonds, ties, and similarities are creatures of thought and have no substance. but you will,' the queen said, 'if you don't make a memorandum of it.'&lt;/p&gt; watching stars without you, my soul cries the unexamined life is not worth living. the human soul is very much older than the human mind..

I think night-time is dark so you can imagine with less distraction. imagining something is better than remembering something. all art is quite useless. in the artist's own experience, of course, art is fundamentally indefinable, unsayable; there is something sacred about its demands upon the soul, something inherently mysterious in the forms it takes, no less than its contents. he who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying. it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. sometimes i feel like i'm seeing it all at once and it's too much. my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst, and then i remember to relax and stop trying to hold on to it and it flows through me like rain and i can feel nothing but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid, little life. you have no idea what i'm talking about, i'm sure, but don't worry. you will someday. one of the impressive qualities of charlotte bront&amp;euml;'s heroines, the quality that makes them more valuable to the woman reader than anna karenina, emma bovary, and catherine earnshaw combined is their determined refusal to be romantic. ultimately, the bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or friendship, is conversation. we are wise, wise women. we are giggling girls. the truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it. truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness. never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow. with our thoughts, we make the world. the heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night. question with boldness even the existence of a god; because, if there is one, he must more approve of the homage of reason than that of blind-folded fear. too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. one of the greatest discoveries a man makes, one of his great surprises, is to find he can do what he was afraid he couldn't do. i lay down on the parched ground and looked as hard as i could at the blue sky. i wanted to feel the sheerness of space, to somehow reach what was empty and quiet, to hold what was right beyond my grasp. in our minds we can understand the highest god, but so long as we are in human bodies living in this rich and varied world, we need images that we can see and touch and love. and each one of them shows us a part of that supreme power, and all the parts together give us a glimpse of the whole. so the people who insist there is only one god are right, and so are those who honor the many, but they are right in different ways. fame lost its appeal for me when i went into a public restroom and an autograph seeker handed me a pen and paper under the stall door. a bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. we shall not cease from exploration  -  and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started -  and know the place for the first time. how many joys are crushed under foot because people look up at the sky and disregard what is at their feet? as we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties, the inmost strength of the heart is developed. out yonder there is this huge world... which stands before us like a great, eternal riddle. you know that place between sleep and awake? where you still remember dreaming? that's where i'll always think of you. some things are true whether you believe them or not. but you will,' the queen said, 'if you don't make a memorandum of it.'&lt;/p&gt;.

Security is mostly a superstition. it does not exist in nature...life is either a daring adventure or nothing. once you are real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand. why do some people always see beautiful skies and grass and lovely flowers and incredible human beings, while others are hard-pressed to find anything or any place that is beautiful? so much of what i see reminds me of something i read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? the act of writing is the act of discovering what you believe. one of the impressive qualities of charlotte bront&euml;'s heroines, the quality that makes them more valuable to the woman reader than anna karenina, emma bovary, and catherine earnshaw combined is their determined refusal to be romantic. i am woman, hear me roar! it takes two to speak truth - one to speak and another to hear. it is wrong, then, to chide the novel for being fascinated by mysterious coincidences (like the meeting of anna, vronsky, the railway station and death, or the meeting of beethoven, tomas, tereza, and the cognac), but it is right to chide man for being blind to such coincidences in his daily life. for he thereby deprives his life of a dimension of beauty. the body of b. franklin, / printer, / like the cover of an old book, / its contents torn out / and / stripped of its lettering and gilding, / lies here / food for worms, / but the work shall not be lost, / for it will, as he believed / appear once more / in a new and more elegant edition / revised and corrected / by the author. can't say fairer than that. all humanity is passion; without passion, religion, history, novels, art would be ineffectual. unless you try to do something beyond what you have already mastered, you will never grow. the primary and most beautiful of nature's qualities is motion. the things we forget may as well never have happened, but she had many memories, both real and illusory, and that was like living twice. she used to tell her faithful friend, the sage tao chi'en, that her memory was like the hold of the ship where they had come to know one another: vast and somber, bursting with boxes, barrels, and sacks in which all of the events of her life were jammed. awake it was difficult to find anything in that chaotic clutter, but asleep she could, just as mama fresia had taught her in the gentle nights of her childhood, when the contours of reality were as faint as a tracery of pale ink. she entered the place of her dreams along a much traveled path and returned treading very carefully in order not to shatter the tenuous visions against the harsh light of consciousness. she put as much store in that process as others put in numbers, and she so refined the art of remembering that she could see miss rose bent over the crate of marseilles soap that was her first cradle. ...love is not love / which alters when it alteration finds, / or bends with the remover to remove: / o no! it is an ever-fixed mark / that looks on tempests and is never shaken... thoreau once said most men lead lives of quiet desperation... don't be resigned to that. live life!.

Artistic growth is, more than it is anything else, a refining of the sense of truthfulness. the stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is. change only takes place through action. a ship in a harbor is safe - but that is not what ships were made for. do not follow where the path may lead. go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. so much of what i see reminds me of something i read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? drop the question what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that fate allows you. every now and then go away, even briefly, have a little relaxation, for when you come back to your work your judgment will be surer; since to remain constantly at work will cause you to lose power. the obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply. it is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it. that's the way things come clear. all of a sudden. and then you realize how obvious they've been all along. people living deeply have no fear of death. there exists a passion for comprehension, just as there is a passion for music. that passion is rather common in children, but gets lost in most of us later on. unless you try to do something beyond what you have already mastered, you will never grow. your mind might make a connection that is useful. but true is another matter. true implies that you have found a connection that exists independent of your apprehension of it, that would exist whether you noticed it or not. and i must say that i have never seen such a connection in my life. there are times when i suspect that there are no such connections, that all links, bonds, ties, and similarities are creatures of thought and have no substance. but you will,' the queen said, 'if you don't make a memorandum of it.'</p> watching stars without you, my soul cries the unexamined life is not worth living. the human soul is very much older than the human mind..

I think night-time is dark so you can imagine with less distraction. imagining something is better than remembering something. all art is quite useless. in the artist's own experience, of course, art is fundamentally indefinable, unsayable; there is something sacred about its demands upon the soul, something inherently mysterious in the forms it takes, no less than its contents. he who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying. it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. sometimes i feel like i'm seeing it all at once and it's too much. my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst, and then i remember to relax and stop trying to hold on to it and it flows through me like rain and i can feel nothing but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid, little life. you have no idea what i'm talking about, i'm sure, but don't worry. you will someday. one of the impressive qualities of charlotte bront&euml;'s heroines, the quality that makes them more valuable to the woman reader than anna karenina, emma bovary, and catherine earnshaw combined is their determined refusal to be romantic. ultimately, the bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or friendship, is conversation. we are wise, wise women. we are giggling girls. the truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it. truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness. never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow. with our thoughts, we make the world. the heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night. question with boldness even the existence of a god; because, if there is one, he must more approve of the homage of reason than that of blind-folded fear. too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. one of the greatest discoveries a man makes, one of his great surprises, is to find he can do what he was afraid he couldn't do. i lay down on the parched ground and looked as hard as i could at the blue sky. i wanted to feel the sheerness of space, to somehow reach what was empty and quiet, to hold what was right beyond my grasp. in our minds we can understand the highest god, but so long as we are in human bodies living in this rich and varied world, we need images that we can see and touch and love. and each one of them shows us a part of that supreme power, and all the parts together give us a glimpse of the whole. so the people who insist there is only one god are right, and so are those who honor the many, but they are right in different ways. fame lost its appeal for me when i went into a public restroom and an autograph seeker handed me a pen and paper under the stall door. a bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. we shall not cease from exploration - and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started - and know the place for the first time. how many joys are crushed under foot because people look up at the sky and disregard what is at their feet? as we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties, the inmost strength of the heart is developed. out yonder there is this huge world... which stands before us like a great, eternal riddle. you know that place between sleep and awake? where you still remember dreaming? that's where i'll always think of you. some things are true whether you believe them or not. but you will,' the queen said, 'if you don't make a memorandum of it.'</p>.

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