Quotes
Quotes about Art
It is a dream, sweet child! a waking dream, A blissful certainty, a vision bright, Of that rare happiness, which even on earth Heaven gives to those it loves.
O visions ill foreseen! Better had I Liv'd ignorant of future, so had borne My part of evil only.
But shapes that come not at an earthly call, Will not depart when mortal voices bid.
Public speaking is the art of diluting a two-minute idea with a two-hour vocabulary.
Pressure is a word that is misused in our vocabulary. When you start thinking of pressure, it's because you've started to think of failure.
And after the earthquake was a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.
The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
The voice so sweet, the words so fair, As some soft chime had stroked the air; And though the sound had parted thence, Still left an echo in the sense.
A Locanian having plucked all the feathers off from a nightingale and seeing what a little body it had, "surely," quoth he, "thou art all voice and nothing else." (Vox et praeterea nibil.)
There is no better exercise for your heart, Than reaching down and helping to lift someone up.
A pessimist, they say, sees a glass of water as being half empty; an optimist sees the same glass as half full. But a giving person sees a glass of water and starts looking for someone who might be thirsty.
Let us not be satisfied with just giving money. Money is not enough, money can be got, but they need your hearts to love them. So, spread your love everywhere you go.
Life is short and we have never too much time for gladdening the hearts of those who are traveling the dark journey with us. Oh be swift to live, make haste to be kind.
In every community there is work to be done. In every nation there are wounds to heal. In every heart there is the power to do it.
When a fellow tells me he's bipartisan, I know he's going to vote against me.
It makes no difference who you vote for - the two parties are really one party representing four percent of the people.
I always voted at my party's call, And I never thought of thinking of myself at all.
The avalanche has already started. It is too late for the pebble to vote.
Sink or swim, live or die, survive or perish, I give my hand and heart to this vote.
Democracy is a beautiful thing, except for that part about letting just any old yokel vote.
If all hearts were open and all desires knownâas they would be if people showed their soulsâhow many gapings, sighings, clenched fists, knotted brows, broad grins, and red eyes should we see in the market-place!
Her mind lives tidily, apart From cold and noise and pain, And bolts the door against her heart, Out wailing in the rain.
Whatever we are waiting forâ peace of mind, contentment, grace, the inner awareness of simple abundanceâ it will surely come to us, but only when we are ready to receive it with an open and grateful heart.
In some parts of Ireland the sleep which knows no waking is always followed by a wake which knows no sleeping.
O great corrector of enormous times, Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood The earth when it is sick, and curest the world O' the pleurisy of people.
