Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.
Archives for April 2016
The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity too great for the eye of man.
Knowledge without wisdom is a load of books on the back of an ass.
I paint what cannot be photographed, that which comes from the imagination or from dreams, or from an unconscious drive. I photograph the things that I do not wish to paint, the things which already have an existence.
Genius is eternal patience.
The bold and discerning writer who, recognizing the truth that language must grow by innovation if it grow at all, makes new words and uses the old in an unfamiliar sense has no following and is tartly reminded that it isn’t in the dictionary – although down to the time of the first lexicographer (Heaven forgive him!) no author ever had used a word that was in the dictionary.
The heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good; and thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burdens of the past.
The score never interested me, only the game.
People may or may not say what they mean, but they always say something designed to get what they want.
What the writer needs is an empty day ahead.