The composer opens the cage door for arithmetic, the draftsman gives geometry its freedom.
And since geometry is the right foundation of all painting, I have decided to teach its rudiments and principles to all youngsters eager for art. . . .
Let us put Germany, so to speak, in the saddle! you will see that she can ride. [Ger., Setzen wir Deutschland, so zu sagen, in den Sattel! Reiten wird es schon konnen.]
Little girls, I am in the business of putting old heads on young shoulders, and all my pupils are the crème de la crème. Give me a girl at an impressionable age and she is mine for life.
Girls have an unfair advantage over men: if they can't get what they want by being smart, they can get it by being dumb.
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
Ye country comets, that portend No war not princes' funeral Shining unto no other end Than to presage the grass's fall.
God created man in His own image, says the Bible; philosophers reverse the process: they create God in theirs.
If God has created us in His image, we have more than returned the compliment.
Stronger than thunder's winged force All-powerful gold can speed its course; Through watchful guards its passage make, And loves through solid walls to break. [Lat., Aurum per medios ire satellites Et perrumpere amat saxa potentius Ictu fulmineo.]
The lust of gold succeeds the rage of conquest; The lust of gold, unfeeling and remorseless! The last corruption of degenerate man.
Truly now is the golden age; the highest honour comes by means of gold; by gold love is procured. [Lat., Aurea nunc vere sunt saecula; plurimus auto Venit honos; auro concilatur amor.]
Commerce has set the mark of selfishness, The signet of its all-enslaving power Upon a shining ore, and called it gold; Before whose image bow the vulgar great, The vainly rich, the miserable proud, The mob of peasants, nobles, priests, and kings, And with blind feelings reverence the power That grinds them to the dust of misery. But in the temple of their hireling hearts Gold is a living god, and rules in scorn All earthly things but virtue.
I don't think I'll live long enough to shoot my age. I'm lucky to shoot my weight.
What's the good of it? for whose advantage? [Lat., Cui bono?]
Democracy is the art and science of running the circus from the monkey cage.
Democracy is the art and science of running the circus from the monkey cage.
The American wage earner and the American housewife are a lot better economists than most economists care to admit. They know that a government big enough to give you everything you want is a government big enough to take from you everything you have.
All free governments are managed by the combined wisdom and folly of the people.
Government is a kind of legalized pillage.
Applause, mingled with boos and hisses, is about all that the average voter is able or willing to contribute to public life.
Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard, and many a time Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear; for several virtues Have I liked several women; never any With so full soul but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed, And put it to the foil.
Courage and grace are a formidable mixture. The only place to see it is in the bullring.
Grace is savage and must be savage in order to be perfect.
Because gratification of a desire leads to the temporary stilling of the mind and the experience of the peaceful, joyful Self it's no wonder that we get hooked on thinking that happiness comes from the satisfaction of desires. This is the meaning of the old adage, "Joy is not in things, it is in us.".