Art distills sensation and embodies it with enhanced meaning in a memorable form - or else it is not art. Topics: Art |
Only a great mind that is overthrown yields tragedy. |
It seems a long time since the morning mail could be called correspondence. |
Of course, clothing fashions have always been impractical, except in Tahiti. |
Teaching is not a lost art, but the regard for it is a lost tradition. |
A man who has both feet planted firmly in the air can be safely called a liberal as opposed to the conservative, who has both feet firmly planted in his mouth. |
The test and the use of man's education is that he finds pleasure in the exercise of his mind. Topics: Education |
The intellectuals' chief cause of anguish are one another's works. |
If civilization has risen from the Stone Age, it can rise again from the Wastepaper Age. |
Since it is seldom clear whether intellectual activity denotes a superior mode of being or a vital deficiency, opinion swings between considering intellect a privilege and seeing it as a handicap. |
Except among those whose education has been in the minimalist style, it is understood that hasty moral judgments about the past are a form of injustice. |
Whoever wants to know the heart and mind of America had better learn baseball, the rules and realities of the game - and do it by watching first some high school or small-town teams. |
In any assembly the simplest way to stop transacting business and split the ranks is to appeal to a principal. |
An artist has every right - one may even say a duty - to exhibit his productions as prominently as he can. |
Idealism springs from deep feelings, but feelings are nothing without the formulated idea that keeps them whole. |
The danger that may really threaten (crime fiction) is that soon there will be more writers than readers. |
Music is intended and designed for sentient beings that have hopes and purposes and emotions. |
Political correctness does not legislate tolerance; it only organizes hatred. |
If it were possible to talk to the unborn, one could never explain to them how it feels to be alive, for life is washed in the speechless real. |
In teaching you cannot see the fruit of a day's work. It is invisible and remains so, maybe for twenty years. |