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Nothing exists until or unless it is observed. An artist is making something exist by observing it. And his hope read more
Nothing exists until or unless it is observed. An artist is making something exist by observing it. And his hope for other people is that they will also make it exist by observing it. I call it "creative observation." Creative viewing.
If the secret sorrows of everyone could be read on their forehead, how many who now cause envy would suddenly read more
If the secret sorrows of everyone could be read on their forehead, how many who now cause envy would suddenly become the objects of pity.
Take a look at your natural river. What are you? Stop playing games with yourself. Where's your river going? Are read more
Take a look at your natural river. What are you? Stop playing games with yourself. Where's your river going? Are you riding with it? Or are you rowing against it? Don't you see that there is no effort if you're riding with your river?
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. - Nursery Rhymes of England, 1844.
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. - Nursery Rhymes of England, 1844.
When you write down your ideas you automatically focus your full attention on them. Few if any of us can read more
When you write down your ideas you automatically focus your full attention on them. Few if any of us can write one thought and think another at the same time. Thus a pencil and paper make excellent concentration tools.
The freedom of the press works in such a way that there is not much freedom from it.
The freedom of the press works in such a way that there is not much freedom from it.
It is not good to have an oar in everyone's boat.
It is not good to have an oar in everyone's boat.
Perfect freedom is reserved for the man who lives by his own work and in that work does what he read more
Perfect freedom is reserved for the man who lives by his own work and in that work does what he wants to do.
Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while a great wind is bearing me across the read more
Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while a great wind is bearing me across the sky.
