Criticsare like eunuchs ina harem.They're inthere every night, they see how it should be done every night, but they can't do it themselves.
A fellow that lives ina windmill hasnot a more whimsical dwelling thantheheartof a manthat islodged inawoman.william congreve
Britainwill not be involved ina Europeanwar this year, or next year either.
I would hope we mean more to people than putting money ina church basket and saying ten Hail Marys on a Sunday. Has God played Knebworth recently?Noel Gallagher
It's anindulgencetosit ina roomand discuss yourbeliefs as if they were a juicy piece of gossip.
Expression, for me, does not reside in passions glowing ina humanface or manifested by violent movement.The entirearrangement of my picture isexpressive: theplace occupied by the figures, the empty spaces around them, the proportions, everything has its share.
When I make a portrait,I cannot limit it tothe lines of the head, for that head belongs toa body, it exists ina setting which influences it, it is part of a totality that I cannot suppress. The impression you produce upon me is not thesame if I catchsight of youalone ina gardenor if Isee you in the midst of a group of other people, in a living room or on the street.Medardo Rosso
'There is no terror, brotherToby, in its looks, but what it borrowsfromgroans and convulsionsand theblowing of noses, and the wiping away of tears with the bottoms ofcurtains, ina dying man'sroomStrip itofthese, what is it?''Tis better in battle than in bed,'said my uncle Toby.Laurence Sterne
ina real sense, peoplewhohavereadgood literaturehave lived more than people who cannot or will not read.
The Aboriginal writer is a Janus-type figure with one face turned to the past and the other to the future while existing ina postmodern, multicultural Australia inwhich he or she must fight for cultural space.
In them one can see the spontaneousand often aestheticexpressionof a peoplereflected, not ina gilt- framed drawing room mirror, but in an honest glass held up to the face of a nation.Winthrop Rockefeller
A sudden splendour seemed to kindle the dayA breeze came breathing in;a sweet perfumeBlown from eternal gardens,filled the roomthomas parnell