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Our nada who art in nada, nada be thy name thy kingdom nada thy will be nada in nada as it is in nada. Give us this nada our daily nada and nada us our nada as we nada our nadas and nada us not into nada but deliver us from nada; pues nada. Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#nada #nothing #prayer #art

true apothecary thy drugs art quick ↗

— William Shakespeare

#poison #romeo-and-juliet #sad #art

Design can be art. Design can be aesthetics. Design is so simple, that's why it is so complicated. ↗

— Paul Rand

#art

Honesty was a tough customer... Once you started allowing yourself some honesty, it couldn't easily be contained or limited to one part of your life. It was like poison ivy or a bossy houseguest. Once it was there, you couldn't tell it what to do. You had to really fight to keep it from taking over. ↗

— Ann Brashares

#life

Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art! Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes. Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realities? How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise? Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies, Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing? Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car? And driven the Hamadryad from the wood To seek a shelter in some happier star? Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, The Elfin from the green grass, and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree? ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#art

The only honest art form is laughter, comedy. You can't fake it...try to fake three laughs in an hour -- ha ha ha ha ha -- they'll take you away, man. You can't. ↗

— Lenny Bruce

#comedy #laughter #art

The road to creativity passes so close to the madhouse and often detours or ends there. ↗

— Ernest Becker

#creativity #existentialism #humor #psychosis #art

I learned the strange art of loneliness, the weathered yearning that swells and passes, and swells and passes, when you walk a trail alone. ↗

— Anna Carey

#art

Art begins . . . when someone interprets, when someone sees the world through his own eyes. Art happens when what is seen becomes mixed with the inside of the person who is seeing it. ↗

— Chaim Potok

#art

He thought that the rose was to be found in its own eternity and not in his words; and that we may mention or allude to a thing, but not express it. ↗

— Jorge Luis Borges

#reality #writing #art