Paul Klee Quotes
Everything vanishes around me, and works are born as if out of the void. Ripe, graphic fruits fall off. My hand has become the obedient instrument of a remote will.
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You can't do it with strangers. It takes about five years to get into the ebb and flow. If it's not working after five years, get rid of them.
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But, because my private lectures and domestic pupils are a great hinderance and intteruption of my studies, I wish to live entirely exempt from the former, and in great measure from the latter. ... in short, I should wish to gain my bread from my writings.
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The causes that govern the heart appear to be wholly alien to the results achieved. Are the forces that moved a desperate criminal the same that fill a martyr with pride, as both mount the scaffold?
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People have the absolute right to be just as unhappy and miserable as they want to be.
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You are a creator. You create with your every thought...anything you can imagine is yours to be, do or have.
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National sovereignty is an obligation as well as an entitlement. A government that will not perform the role of a government forfeits the rights of a government.
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What I want from my Lovers is real unadulterated love, and from my genuine workers I expect real work done.
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He who stands most remote from his age is he who mirrors it best.
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Certainly, the sensory deprivation afforded by the remote, silent and totally dark chambers, such as the Diverticule of the Felines in Lascaux and the Horse’s Tail in Altamira, induces altered states of consciousness.
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The past is for learning from and letting go. You can't revisit it. It vanishes.
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'You must save yourselves,' Rogol Domedonfors told them. 'You have ignored the ancient wisdom, you have been too indolent to learn, you have sought easy complacence from religion, rather than facing manfully to the world.'
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Doctrine once sown strikes deep its root, and respect for antiquity influences all men.
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Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twine.
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I've got a lot of folks who want to get rid of TSA, a bunch of them.
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Everything vanishes around me, and works are born as if out of the void. Ripe, graphic fruits fall off. My hand has become the obedient instrument of a remote will.
