#rated

What is art? Nature concentrated. ↗

— Honore de Balzac

#concentrated #nature

After 2000 or so, I started to realize I wanted to be doing something else. I didn't want to be in front of a camera. I was frustrated. I didn't think I would stop acting, but I didn't want to be seen. ↗

— Ben Affleck

#after #camera #doing #else #front

Newspaper people, once celebrated as founts of ribald humor and uncouth fun, have of late lost all their gaiety, and small wonder. ↗

— Russell Baker

#fun #gaiety #humor #late #lost

The dogma of woman's complete historical subjection to men must be rated as one of the most fantastic myths ever created by the human mind. ↗

— Mary Ritter Beard

#created #dogma #ever #fantastic #historical

When I was teaching at Harvard in the 1970s, I went to Project Incorporated in Cambridge and took photography classes. I didn't even know how to aim the camera in those days. ↗

— Ann Beattie

#cambridge #camera #classes #days #even

Since natural selection requires a function to select, an irreducibly complex biological system, if there is such a thing, would have to arise as an integrated unit for natural selection to have anything to act on. ↗

— Michael Behe

#anything #arise #biological #complex #function

I think one of the lessons of the Depression - and this is something that Franklin Roosevelt demonstrated - was that when orthodoxy fails, then you need to try new things. And he was very willing to try unorthodox approaches when the orthodox approach had shown that it was not adequate. ↗

— Ben Bernanke

#approach #approaches #demonstrated #depression #fails

South Africa is the most beautiful country I have been to. Canada is also hugely underrated. ↗

— Honor Blackman

#also #beautiful #beautiful country #been #canada

The 'Sports Illustrated' cover was the last thing I shot. That week, I told my agent, 'You know what, I really... I don't want to be a model anymore. I really want to do movies.' And I think he wanted to wring my neck at the moment. ↗

— Brooklyn Decker

#anymore #cover #i #i think #illustrated

A writer never reads his work. For him, it is the unreadable, a secret, and he cannot remain face to face with it. A secret, because he is separated from it. ↗

— Maurice Blanchot

#cannot #face #him #his #never