John Ruskin Quotes
There was a rocky valley between Buxton and Bakewell divine as the vale of Tempe; you might have seen the gods there morning and evening Apollo and the sweet Muses of the Light? You enterprised a railroad you blasted its rocks away? And, now, every fool in Buxton can be at Bakewell in half-an-hour, and every fool in Bakewell at Buxton.
John Ruskin
Quotes to Explore
I hate it when guys wear really tight t-shirts. It's just so horrible, especially when you can see their bellies.
Sam Smith
When you work with a legend as I do, it's wonderful. There's so many things I've learned working with Keith. He's so patient, not only with me, but with everyone in our crew and with the audience and with the game. He has a style that is so easy and will never be copied.
Dan Fouts
I was an English major in college!
Maggie Siff
May Heaven be propitious, and smile on the cause of my country.
Zebulon Pike
Unlike fashion, art isn't applied. It doesn't have to serve anybody. It doesn't have to be there for any other reason than to give an impression of what the world is about.
Raf Simons
True, when you behold Damascus from the Salahiyeh, the last slope of the Anti-Lebanon, it is the realization of all that you have dreamed of Oriental splendor; the world has no picture more dazzling. It is Beauty carried to the Sublime, as I have felt when overlooking some boundless forest of palms within the tropics.
Bayard Taylor
God is a challenge because there is no proof of his existence and therefore the search must continue.
Donald Knuth
My first lesson in relativity: ..we had a still life set-up to paint. Suddenly I saw that the pitcher was so big his hands outside the shape of a pitcher, then close in and the glass was so big. From that time on everything was all right. Tobey is remembering his Saturday morning painting class
Mark Tobey
Whatever doesn't kill you, makes you watch a lot of Cartoon Network and drink mid-price Chardonnay at 11 in the morning.
Conan O'Brien
To win the trophy of enchanting grace: Ranks of Carnations, to all ladies dear, Of whose sweet taste I write approval here, For these pre-eminent myself I think, As long as you don't overdue the pink.
Ruth Pitter
The sand as white as old bones, the pine trees strangely red where the sun comes down. I cannot say if it is our love, or the day, that is ending.
Anna Akhmatova
There was a rocky valley between Buxton and Bakewell divine as the vale of Tempe; you might have seen the gods there morning and evening Apollo and the sweet Muses of the Light? You enterprised a railroad you blasted its rocks away? And, now, every fool in Buxton can be at Bakewell in half-an-hour, and every fool in Bakewell at Buxton.
John Ruskin
