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The public make use of the classics of a country as a means of checking the progress of Art. They degrade the classics into authorities.... A fresh mode of Beauty is absolutely distasteful to them, and whenever it appears they get so angry and bewildered that they always use two stupid expressions--one is that the work of art is grossly unintelligible; the other, that the work of art is grossly immoral. What they mean by these words seems to me to be this. When they say a work is grossly unintelligible, they mean that the artist has said or made a beautiful thing that is new; when they describe a work as grossly immoral, they mean that the artist has said or made a beautiful thing that is true. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#attitudes #beauty #creativity #opinions #public

What I care about is whether or not a leader will work with America's working people, whether or not a leader cares about responsibility and honest work and whether or not a leader will fight to keep the American Dream alive. ↗

— Richard Trumka

#alive #america #american #american dream #care

With genius, as with beauty -- all, well almost all, is forgiven. ↗

— Susan Sontag

#exemptions #forgiveness #generosity #genius #leniency

From the top of the bus she could see the vast bowl of London spreading out to the horizon: splendid shops with mannequins in the window, interesting people and already a much bigger world. ↗

— Julia Gregson

#beauty #bus #city #east-of-the-sun #julia-gregson

You see, to me, it doesn't really matter if an elected official has a D or an R behind her name, or his name. I honestly don't give a damn about who belongs to either political party. ↗

— Richard Trumka

#behind #belongs #damn #either #elected

All times are beautiful for those who maintain joy within them; but there is no happy or favorable time for those with disconsolate or orphaned souls. ↗

— Rosalía de Castro

#positive-outlook #beauty

Let me live my final days whole. Let my memory remain that I might know love's face. Life don't unwrap me to be fed to scavengers. I want to escape into light - not exist in darkness. ↗

— Susie Clevenger

#death #life #light #living #love

The beautiful fragrance of joy is breathtaking. ↗

— Marie Cornelio

#joy-of-life #joyful-living #beauty

Hungry for beautiful words, the fox comes rooting around in the hedge, almost too close to the fire. He reads my mind with one glance and is gone. All my poetry is now trotting around the bushes inside him, maybe some day to be partly eaten or left to rot. He understands being alive for as long as he can be, and does not worry about why, or what might happen afterwards. ↗

— Jay Woodman

#death #fire #fox #hunger #hungry

I grew up with the white picket fence. My dad went to work nine to five, and he had a station wagon. ↗

— Matt Dillon

#fence #five #grew #had #i