Arthur Dove Quotes
I can claim no background except perhaps the woods, running streams, hunting, fishing, camping, the sky...
Arthur Dove
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Although the capacity to become schizophrenic may well be within all of us, there is no question that certain persons have distinctive genes predisposing them to the condition.
E. O. Wilson
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Poet: 'Straton wanders among the Scythian nomads, but has no linen garment. He is sad at only wearing an animal's pelt and no tunic.' Do you get what I mean? Pisthetaerus: I understand that you want me to offer you a tunic. Hi! you (To the acolyte.) take off yours; we must help the poet. (tr. O'Neill 1938, Perseus)
Aristophanes
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Advice to a Young Tradesman, Written by an Old One (1748), as quoted by Max Weber, The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism, Chapter II: The Spirit of Capitalism, 1905. 12, 3
Benjamin Franklin
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For myself it would be most irksome to be ruled by a bevy of Platonic Guardians, even if I knew how to choose them, which I assuredly do not.
Learned Hand
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Issue the orders Sir, and I will storm Hell.
Anthony Wayne
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True thusness is without defiling thought; it cannot be known through conception and thought.
Bruce Lee
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One of the things that may get lost among all the hubbub when a company is 'going public' is that the business can now be owned, in part, by its greatest fans.
Danny Meyer
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I've always done pretty well in auditions. I just go in and give it my best shot.
Ariel Winter
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Acting very quickly became a dream of mine, but the acting game privileges youth. It takes a while to build credits and, because of that, it's not the kind of career you can jump into in your 40s or 50s. The ship sets sail by then.
Pete Ploszek
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Besides what I do, I love fishing; I love bringing my children to the forest, getting outdoors in nature. Get outside, people! Stop looking at screens.
Keith Barry
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Beauty is momentary in the mind - The fitful tracing of a portal; But in the flesh it is immortal. The body dies; the body's beauty lives. So evenings die, in their green going, A wave, interminably flowing. So gardens die, their meek breath scenting The cowl of winter, done repenting. So maidens die, to the auroral Celebration of a maiden's choral.
Wallace Stevens
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I can claim no background except perhaps the woods, running streams, hunting, fishing, camping, the sky...
Arthur Dove