Alexander Pope Quotes
How loved, how honored once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee; 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!

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You must not fight too often with one enemy, or you will teach him all your art of war.
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I had parents in the business and they made sure that the art was the biggest concern.
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I enjoy going out by myself... always have, always will. I don't have security guards, and, for the most part, I enjoy meeting new people. I see myself as a regular guy who likes playing video games with his nieces and nephews and poker with his family. I don't have an art collection or take exotic vacations. I enjoy being at home.
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I'm so proud and honored to have been in 'Lonesome Dove' and 'Eight Men Out.' How come I'm not known for one of those?
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There is nothing, Sir, too little for so little a creature as man. It is by studying little things that we attain the great art of having as little misery and as much happiness as possible.
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Art is the window to man's soul. Without it, he would never be able to see beyond his immediate world; nor could the world see the man within.
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When you're acting, it should be the most important thing that's going on. But when you're not, leave it alone.
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Photography, alone of the arts, seems perfected to serve the desire humans have for a moment - this very moment - to stay.
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The record business is dangerous to the health of bands and individuals, which is something I'm just now learning. But it's not dangerous in any of the ways people think; it's not that they try to make you compromise your art. That's not the problem.
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Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.
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Acting and making art is just something I love to do, and I love to tell stories that feel important, honest and necessary.
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I'm done with men... I'm going to be alone. I have no luck with relationships. I don't think I'm made for marriage.
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Nobody should be too boastful or too proud about their security because there are people who have a major interest in cracking the security of networks, the security of companies.
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The one I tell everyone, the one I'm very, very proud of is 'Call Me Irresponsible.' Simply because I want to say and it's not as facetious as it sounds. It has five syllable words in it.
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There should be a law that no ordinary newspaper should be allowed to write about art. The harm they do by their foolish and random writing it would be impossible to overestimate - not to the artist, but to the public, blinding them to all but harming the artist not at all.
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Great art - or good art - is when you look at it, experience it and it stays in your mind. I don't think conceptual art and traditional art are all that different.
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In the '50s, I was traveling alone all over Mindanao, Basilan, all the way to Tawi-Tawi with just a camera and a notebook. I always stayed in the houses of Moros.
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I see it as a responsibility of mine to teach others.
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I think that if I’m still here in ten thousand years, I’m going to be crazy as hell. Ten thousand years, pal! Ten thousand years ago, the state-of-the-art was a goat. You really think you’re going to be anything recognizably human in a hundred centuries?
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The occupation of America (and Columbus's arrival quite clearly was an occupation, no one can deny that) meant that the entire history of the Native Americans was rendered invisible. The land could only be occupied if it was first defined as empty. So it was defined as a wilderness, even though it had been used by native people for millennia.
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We want a world with both historians and novelists, don't we? Not with one or the other. Every fiction writer crosses the line that divides artistry and documentation - or erases it.
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I think of music videos as commercials for songs.
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We are always just one successful terrorist attack away from a nuclear disaster
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How loved, how honored once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee; 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!