Our years Glide silently away. No tears, No loving orisons repair The wrinkled cheek, the whitening hair That drop forgotten to the tomb.
The going is the goal.
Let’s go sit and hate a bunch of people.
Pictures just come to my mind and I tell my heart to go ahead.
My opinion of art is that a man should have love for it, because my idea is that he paints from his heart and mind.
If a man knows nothing but hard times, he will paint them, for he must be true to himself.
The pictures come to me in my mind, and if to me it is a worthwhile picture I paint it I do over the picture several times in my mind and when I am ready to paint it I have all the details I need.
The war brought out all the art in me.
The rules have changed so much from our days and the Heatu2019s days. It was more physical back then. Today you can run around without getting touched. Today, Michael Jordan would average about 45 points.
If the world is cold, make it your business to build fires.
A bystander often sees more of the game than those that play.
I fear no bad angel, and have offended no good one.
The farther I travel, the less I wonder at anything: a few days reconcile one to a new spot, or an unseen custom; and men are so much the same everywhere, that one scare perceives a change in situation.
Heaven mocks the short-sighted views of man.
I hold visions to be wisdom, and would deny them only to ambition, which exists only by the destruction of visions of everybody else.
This life is but a pilgrimage.
This is a bad world; nor have I had cause to leave it with regret.
The most remarkable thing I have observed since I came abroad, is, that there are no people so obviously mad as the English.
My veracity is dearer to me than my life,” said the peasant; “nor would I purchase the one by forfeiting the other.
There is nothing I hold so cheap as a learned man, except an unlearned one .
My soul abhors a falsehood.