a friend's insight..
-When you reach the end of what you know, you should be at the beginning of what you should sense.
-Words are timeless. You should speak and write them with a knowledge of their timelessness...
-In truth you owe not to any man. You owe to all men.
-If you sing beauty, though alone in the heart of the desert, you will have an audience.
-Beauty shines brighter in the heart of him who longs for it...than in the eyes of him that sees it.
--If you can see only what light reveals and hear only what sound announces,
the truth is you do not see or hear.
-The obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply.
-Inspiration will always sing; inspiration will never explain.
-Is there a greater fault than being conscious of the other person's faults?
-Funny, we defend our wrongs with more vigour than we do our rights.
-Man struggles to find life outside himself, unaware that the life he is seeking is within him.
-Art is one step from the visibly known toward the unknown.
-Money is like love; it kills slowly and painfully the one who withholds it, and it enlivens the other who turns it upon his fellow men.
-Words are timeless. You should speak and write them with a knowledge of their timelessness...
-In truth you owe not to any man. You owe to all men.
-If you sing beauty, though alone in the heart of the desert, you will have an audience.
-Beauty shines brighter in the heart of him who longs for it...than in the eyes of him that sees it.
--If you can see only what light reveals and hear only what sound announces,
the truth is you do not see or hear.
-The obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply.
-Inspiration will always sing; inspiration will never explain.
-Is there a greater fault than being conscious of the other person's faults?
-Funny, we defend our wrongs with more vigour than we do our rights.
-Man struggles to find life outside himself, unaware that the life he is seeking is within him.
-Art is one step from the visibly known toward the unknown.
-Money is like love; it kills slowly and painfully the one who withholds it, and it enlivens the other who turns it upon his fellow men.