#ow

I had trouble distinguishing art from life. I don't now, and I feel much better! ↗

— Donald Fagen

#better #distinguishing #feel #had #i

A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he is to be ultimately happy. What a man can be, he must be. This need we may call self-actualization. ↗

— Abraham Harold Maslow

#motivation #psychology #self-actualization #motivational

Right now I'm still only 25 and I don't think the maternal bug has hit me yet. ↗

— Karrie Webb

#hit #i #maternal #me #now

I love the diversity of America. I love the plain, normal sense of humor Americans have. It is not wicked, like in some countries. And I also love how new America is. ↗

— Antonio Banderas

#america #countries #diversity #how #humor

I remember in 'Law of Desire,' where I played a homosexual, that people were more upset that I kissed a man on the mouth than I killed a man. It's interesting to see how people can pardon you for murdering a man, but they can't pardon you for kissing one. ↗

— Antonio Banderas

#homosexual #how #i #i remember #interesting

Thought and knowledge are natures in which apparatus and pretension avail nothing. Gowns, and pecuniary foundations, though of towns of gold, can never countervail the least sentence or syllable of wit. Forget this, and out American colleges will recede in their public importance whilst they grow richer every year. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#college #emerson #gold #knowledge #wealth

A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. ↗

— Eileen Granfors

#flowers #nature #nature

As a teacher, as a propagandist, Mr. Shaw is no good at all, even in his own generation. But as a personality, he is immortal. ↗

— Max Beerbohm

#generation #good #his #immortal #mr

What do you do with what you're given, and how do you transform it into something worthwhile? ↗

— Donald Fagen

#how #into #something #transform #worthwhile

She breathed in the crisp autumn air, hoping the loveliness of nature would somehow cleanse her soul and overshadow her sorrow. ↗

— J.E.B. Spredemann

#sorrow #nature