#is

As an artist, a man has no home in Europe save in Paris. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#home

An artist should create beautiful things, but should put nothing of his own life into them. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#artists #art

History consists of a corpus ascertained facts. The facts are available to the historian in documents, inscriptions and so on, like fish in the fishmonger's slab. The historian collects them, takes them home, and cooks and serves them in whatever style appeals to him. ↗

— Edward Hallett Carr

#home

My only allegiance is to my country.  The success of our country is built on hard work, sacrifice, innovation, integrity, and confidence.  How can you be confident if you can’t get a job?  How can you be confident if the mortgage on your home is higher than your home’s value?  How can you be confident when our elected officials haven’t given us one single idea how to fix this situation? – Jeremy Lyons ↗

— Marvin H. McIntyre

#financial #fiscal-cliff #inside-out #mortgage #thriller

I think there's nothing better in the world than a spirited discussion about the Bible and Jesus and God and the Catholic faith, or the Jewish faith, or the Muslim faith - any religion. ↗

— Elizabeth Vargas

#any #better #bible #catholic #catholic faith

The lessons taught in great books are misleading. The commerce in life is rarely so simple and never so just. ↗

— Anita Brookner

#commerce #great #just #lessons #life

Socially, the issue of men's weight is simply not a big deal. ↗

— Nia Vardalos

#big deal #deal #issue #men #simply

When the artist finds himself he is lost. The fact that he has succeeded in never finding himself is regarded by Max Ernst as his only lasting achievement. ↗

— Max Ernst

#self-awareness #self-discovery #self-reflection #art

Could we betray our parents by going back to them? ↗

— Karen Russell

#karen-russell #st-lucys-home #home

She was still loping around on all fours, her fists blue-white from the strain. As if she were holding a secret tight to the ground. Sister Maria de la Guardia would sigh every time she saw her. "Caramba!" She'd sit down with Mirabella and pry her fingers apart. "You see?" she'd say softly, again and again. "What are you holding on to? Nothing, little one. Nothing. ↗

— Karen Russell

#karen-russell #st-lucys-home #home