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Strategy is a commodity, execution is an art. ↗

— Peter F. Drucker

#strategy #art

People say 'Hofmann has different styles'. I have not. I have different moods; I am not two days the same man. ↗

— Hans Hofmann

#mood #style #art

If you should attempt to maintain that film is an art in conversation with a cultured, intelligent American, he'll just plain stop talking to you. ↗

— Ilya Ilf

#art

All obstructions to the execution of the laws, all combinations and associations, under whatever plausible character, with the real design to direct, control, counteract, or awe the regular deliberation and action of the constituted authorities, are destructive of this fundamental principle, and of fatal tendency. They serve to organize faction, to give it an artificial and extraordinary force; to put, in the place of the delegated will of the nation the will of a party, often a small but artful and enterprising minority of the community; and, according to the alternate triumphs of different parties, to make the public administration the mirror of the ill-concerted and incongruous projects of faction, rather than the organ of consistent and wholesome plans digested by common counsels and modified by mutual interests. ↗

— George Washington

#government #laws #mutual-interest #obstruction #political-parties

Don't you remember that love, like medicine, is only the art of encouraging nature? ↗

— Pierre Choderlos de Laclos

#medicine #nature #art

Understanding the true nature of things, or seeing things as they really are, is the ground of wisdom. ↗

— Allan Lokos

#mindfulness #psychology #wisdom #art

Keep a cool head and maintain a low profile. Never take the lead - but aim to do something big. ↗

— Deng Xiaoping

#big #cool #head #keep #lead

Patience is a natural consequence of the cultivation of compassion & love, for ourselves and all beings. ↗

— Allan Lokos

#compassion #psychology #wisdom #art

Feeling sorry for myself was an art. ↗

— Benjamin Alire Sáenz

#emotion #art

As always when he worked with this much concentration he began to feel a sense of introverting pressure. There was no way out once he was in, no genuine rest, no one to talk to who was capable of understanding the complexity (simplicity) of the problem or the approaches to a tentative solution. There came a time in every prolonged effort when he had a moment of near panic, or "terror in a lonely place," the original semantic content of the word. The lonely place was his own mind. As a mathematician he was free from subjection to reality, free to impose his ideas and designs on his own test environment. The only valid standard for his work, its critical point (zero or infinity), was the beauty it possessed, the deft strength of his mathematical reasoning. THe work's ultimate value was simply what it revealed about the nature of his intellect. What was at stake, in effect, was his own principle of intelligence or individual consciousness; his identity, in short. This was the infalling trap, the source of art's private involvement with obsession and despair, neither more nor less than the artist's self-containment, a mental state that led to storms of overwork and extended stretches of depression, that brought on indifference to life and at times the need to regurgitate it, to seek the level of expelled matter. Of course, the sense at the end of a serious effort, if the end is reached successfully, is one of lyrical exhilaration. There is air to breathe and a place to stand. The work gradually reveals its attachment to the charged particles of other minds, men now historical, the rediscovered dead; to the main structure of mathematical thought; perhaps even to reality itself, the so-called sum of things. It is possible to stand in time's pinewood dust and admire one's own veronicas and pavanes. ↗

— Don DeLillo

#art-creation #concentration #depression #despair #loneliness