I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. -Thoreau
Pass it on. -Albert Einstein
…the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars. – Jack Kerouac, On the Road
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess’d, Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate; For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings. – W. Shakespeare, Sonnet 29
What are you writing–and how does it go? And what are you thinking about–and how does it go? And what do you want to talk with me about?–and how do You go? And why aren’t your arms six hours long to reach to Boston? And what old canvases have you been painting over? And when will You come to me in a dream and make night sweeter than night? -Mary Haskell to Khalil Gibran
Art ain’t about paint, it ain’t about canvas. It’s about ideas. Too many people died without ever getting their mind out to the world. – Thornton Dial Sr.
Art evokes the mystery without which the world would not exist. – René Magritte