Picasso (Full name: Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima Trinidad Ruiz y Picasso!)
Inspiration exists, but it has to find us working.
Give me a museum and I’ll fill it.
God is really only another artist. He invented the giraffe, the elephant and the cat. He has no real style, He just goes on trying other things.
Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.
The world today doesn’t make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?
When I die, it will be a shipwreck, and as when a huge ship sinks, many people all around will be sucked down with it.
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Credit Where Credit Is Due: Setting the Record Straight
More than most things, something that inspires me to write is a deep and overwhelming feeling of an injustice occurring, something we could readily change, something we could see through to the end and make anew. Recently a friend of mine mentioned his love of Bilal after having seen him play live, which I know was a great show considering Bilal’s amazing talent. Truly, the man’s talent is beyond what can be articulated clearly to anyone who hasn’t heard his music and voice. Nonetheless, I realized something, which is apparently THE issue of artists and may remain so evermore.
Questions: Part One
By Holly Lewis
No words suffice in duplicating in any recognizable fashion the beauty of this world.
The Art of Worldly Wisdom
By Obi Okorougo and Balthasar Gracian
Prize Intensity more than Extent.
Excellence resides in quality not in quantity. The best is always few and rare: much lowers value. Even among men giants are commonly the real dwarfs. Some reckon books by the thickness, as if they were written to try the brawn more than the brain. Extent alone never rises above mediocrity: it is the misfortune of universal geniuses that in attempting to be at home everywhere, are so nowhere. Intensity gives eminence, and rises to the heroic in matters sublime.
A Declaration of Future Honesty
I will not mince words with you.
You shall find me the only speaker of frank language in your company.
Its heaviness will unravel you
or wind you, as truth well
