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.
Paul Klee
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What I want from my Lovers is real unadulterated love, and from my genuine workers I expect real work done.
Meher Baba
He who stands most remote from his age is he who mirrors it best.
Oscar Wilde
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.
David Lewis-Williams
The past is for learning from and letting go. You can't revisit it. It vanishes.
Adele Parks
'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.'
Jack Vance
Doctrine once sown strikes deep its root, and respect for antiquity influences all men.
William Harvey
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
William Blake
In the financial system we have today, with less risk concentrated in banks, the probability of systemic financial crises may be lower than in traditional bank-centered financial systems.
Timothy Geithner
If I do something I think is new, it will be misunderstood, but if people like it, I will be disappointed because I haven't pushed them enough. The more people hate it, maybe the newer it is. Because the fundamental human problem is that people are afraid of change. The place I am always looking for-because in order to keep the business I need to make a little compromise between my values and customers' values-is the place where I make something that could almost-but not quite-be understood by everyone.
Rei Kawakubo
We implore the mercy of God, not that He may leave us at peace in our vices, but that He may deliver us from them.
Blaise Pascal
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.
Paul Klee