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“You must give up the life you planned in order to have
the life that is waiting for you.”
"I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived."
"For last year's words belong to last year's language.
And next year's words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning."
"A picture shows me at a glance what it takes
dozens of pages of a book to expound."
"Un bon croquis vaut mieux
qu'un long discours."
"Pictures are better than words because
some words are big and hard to understand."
"The phoenix hope
can wing her way through the desert skies
and still defying fortune's spite
revive from ashes and rise."
~Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
"Thaw, with her gentle persuasion, is more powerful than
Thor with his hammer. The one melts, the other
breaks into pieces."
~Henry David Thoreau
"From the time Cézanne first left Aix, at the age of twenty-two, Louis-Auguste [Cézanne's father] paid his bills, even when Cézanne gave every indication of being nothing more than a failed dilettante. But for Zola, Cézanne would have remained an unhappy banker's son in Provence; but for Pissarro, he would never have learned how to paint; but for Vollard (at the urging of Pissarro, Renoir, Degas, and Monet), his canvases would have rotted away in some attic; and, but for his father, Cézanne's long apprenticeship would have been a financial impossibility. That is an extraordinary list of patrons. The first three—Zola, Pissarro, and Vollard—would have been famous even if Cézanne never existed, and the fourth was an unusually gifted entrepreneur who left Cézanne four hundred thousand francs when he died. Cézanne didn't just have help. He had a dream team in his corner. This is the final lesson...success is highly contingent on the efforts of others."
"For the perfect idler, for the passionate observer, it becomes an immense source of enjoyment to establish his dwelling in the throng, in the ebb and flow, the bustle, the fleeting and the infinite. To be away from home and yet to feel at home anywhere; to see the world, to be at the very center of the world, and yet to be unseen of the world, such are some of the minor pleasures of those independent, intense and impartial spirits, who do not lend themselves easily to linguistic definitions. The observer is a prince enjoying his incognito wherever he goes."
"All men can see these tactics whereby I conquer, but what none can see is the strategy out of which victory is evolved."