William Blake Quotes
Little fly, thy summer's play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing!
William Blake
Quotes to Explore
Every astronaut flew into space for a living. But while NASA has not solved the security problems, I would not put me back into a shuttle - and no other astronaut. The confidence is shaken.
Ulrich Walter
My parents divorced when I was seven. Because divorce is messy, for good or ill, they sent me to boarding school.
Jack Davenport
When I first got back from the war, I said, 'I'm gonna write the Great American Novel about the Vietnam War.' So I sat down and wrote 1,700 pages of sheer psychotherapy drivel. It was first person, and there would be pages about wet socks and cold feet.
Karl Marlantes
Though we may know Him by a thousand names, He is one and the same to us all.
Mahatma Gandhi
I live with my family. I moved to L.A. eight years ago, and it's the same room. But I'm looking now. I might get a condo.
Taylor Lautner
Though politics is by nature divisive, surely we all can agree that foster children need stability, safety, education, opportunity - and love.
Vanessa Diffenbaugh
The passion for art is, as for believers, very religious. It unites people, its message is of common humanity. Art has become my religion - others pray in church. It's a banality, but you don't possess art, it possesses you. It's like falling in love.
Francois Pinault
When I write now I do not invent situation, characters, or actions, but rather structures and discursive forms, textual groupings which are combined according to secret affinities among themselves, as in architecture or the plastic arts.
Juan Goytisolo
My mom taught me from a young age to give back and volunteer any chance you get. It was something that I knew, if I made the NFL, I would financially have the ability to do.
J. J. Watt
When I first came into the league, I followed my parents for everything. Now, I'm really doing stuff on my own.
J. R. Smith
It took me twenty years to get Steven Parrino's work. From the time I first saw his art, in the mid-eighties, I almost always dismissed it as mannered, Romantic, formulaic, conceptualist-formalist heavy-metal boy-art abstraction.
Jerry Saltz
Little fly, thy summer's play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing!
William Blake
