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Of all the arts in which the wise excel, nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.
Of all the arts in which the wise excel, nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.
All that I desire to point out is the general principle that life imitates art far more than art imitates read more
All that I desire to point out is the general principle that life imitates art far more than art imitates life.
Rice Krispies happens to be one of my favorite junk foods, just as I regard Michener as superior among junk read more
Rice Krispies happens to be one of my favorite junk foods, just as I regard Michener as superior among junk writers.
For half a century photography has been the "art form" of the untalented. Obviously some pictures are more satisfactory than read more
For half a century photography has been the "art form" of the untalented. Obviously some pictures are more satisfactory than others, but where is credit due? to the designer of the camera? To the finger on the button? tso the law of averages?
A painting in a museum hears more ridiculous opinions than anything else in the world.
A painting in a museum hears more ridiculous opinions than anything else in the world.
Colors that blend with the brick and the dark waters of the city's canals - greens, browns and the strong read more
Colors that blend with the brick and the dark waters of the city's canals - greens, browns and the strong shade of oxblood that is known as Bruges red.
Who in the rainbow can draw the line where the violet tint ends and the orange tint begins? Distinctly we read more
Who in the rainbow can draw the line where the violet tint ends and the orange tint begins? Distinctly we see the difference of the colors, but where exactly does the one first blendingly enter into the other? So with sanity and insanity.
When Michelangelo finished the painting of the Sistine Chapel's ceiling, he spent the rest of his life trying to remove read more
When Michelangelo finished the painting of the Sistine Chapel's ceiling, he spent the rest of his life trying to remove the paint that had poured into his sleeve.
What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?
What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?
