#sure

I don't want my work to be an exposure of my feelings. ↗

— Jasper Johns

#feelings #i #want #work

Art is a kind of mining," he said. "The artist a variety of prospector searching for the sparkling silver of meaning in the earth. ↗

— Jane Urquhart

#mining #treasure #art

Ingenious philosophers tell you, perhaps, that the great work of the steam-engine is to create leisure for mankind. Do not believe them: it only creates a vacuum for eager thought to rush in. Even idleness is eager now—eager for amusement; prone to excursion-trains, art museums, periodical literature, and exciting novels; prone even to scientific theorizing and cursory peeps through microscopes. Old Leisure was quite a different personage. He only read one newspaper, innocent of leaders, and was free from that periodicity of sensations which we call post-time. He was a contemplative, rather stout gentleman, of excellent digestion; of quiet perceptions, undiseased by hypothesis; happy in his inability to know the causes of things, preferring the things themselves. He lived chiefly in the country, among pleasant seats and homesteads, and was fond of sauntering by the fruit-tree wall and scenting the apricots when they were warmed by the morning sunshine, or of sheltering himself under the orchard boughs at noon, when the summer pears were falling. He knew nothing of weekday services, and thought none the worse of the Sunday sermon if it allowed him to sleep from the text to the blessing; liking the afternoon service best, because the prayers were the shortest, and not ashamed to say so; for he had an easy, jolly conscience, broad-backed like himself, and able to carry a great deal of beer or port-wine, not being made squeamish by doubts and qualms and lofty aspirations. ↗

— George Eliot

#leisure #technology #art

... food is not simply organic fuel to keep body and soul together, it is a perishable art that must be savoured at the peak of perfection. ↗

— E.A. Bucchianeri

#art-form #cooking #dinner #food #food-for-thought

Where is our comfort but in the free, uninvolved, finally mysterious beauty and grace of this world that we did not make, that has no price? Where is our sanity but there? Where is our pleasure but in working and resting kindly in the presence of this world? (pg. 215, Economy and Pleasure) ↗

— Wendell Berry

#creation #mystery #pleasure #work #art

Who's paying the million bucks? The insurance company. We've been trying for years to get the insurance industry to say to the gun industry, We won't insure you unless you have policies that will reduce the likelihood of guns falling into the wrong hands easily. ↗

— Michael D. Barnes

#bucks #company #easily #falling #get

The pressures were wrong. There was just enough money and not enough time. ↗

— Renata Adler

#money #pressure #time #art

If a man comes up to me, I'm almost sure he's going to mention Rome, if it's a woman, it'll be 'Grey's Anatomy.' ↗

— Kevin McKidd

#anatomy #comes #going #grey #i

Idly, Wick wondered if he should feel insulted. Then he decided there really wasn't any room for considering an insult with all the fear running rampant in his mind. Maybe he was quiet on the outside, but he knew he was running around screaming inside his thoughts. ↗

— Mel Odom

#composure #attitude

Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself. ↗

— Henry Miller

#develop #forget #interest #interesting #interesting people