"The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality."

-- T. S. Eliot

#Art Quotes #Sacrifice Quotes #Self Quotes

“Ah! fraudful malice! how shall wisdom's care Escape the poison of thy gilded snare!”

Source : Luís de Camões, William Julius Mickle (1778). “The Lusiad; Or, The Discovery of India: An Epic Poem”, p.53
“The image itself is kind of the least important factor to me, though I'm still interested in putting forth an interesting image. I see the image as the screen laid over top of what really interests me, which is that depth of surface and that filmic quality that it has when you pass the piece. The idea that my pieces look like paintings, but are most definitely not, is really interesting to me.”
“America's great newspapers have staffs that range from 50 percent to 70 percent of what they were just a few years ago.”

Source : "Think Again: The End of Newspapers and the Decline of Democracy" by Eric Alterman, www.huffingtonpost.com. March 23, 2012.
“[T]hou canst not think worse of me than I do of myself.”

Source : Robert Burton (1800). “The Anatomy of Melancholy; what it Is, with All the Kinds, Causes, Symptomes, Prognostics, and Several Cures of it: In Three Partitions with Their Several Sections, Members, and Sub-sections, Philosophically, Medicinally, Historically Opened and Cut Up”, p.12
“My road to success was a long road to success was a long road. You get out of something what you put into it. I put blood, sweat and tears into stand-up comedy and the entertainment realm in general. For me to just know be coming around is a blessing. It's a blessing and it's an honor. It makes me say I can get more and I can do more.”
“If you make everything really on the nose so everyone knows exactly what you're talking about, it's often not as strong.”

Source : Source: www.songfacts.com
“I had wanted to live forever as a gypsy girl; I had wanted to live forever as a child, tumbling down a rabbit hole. I had been granted both wishes, only to find immortality was not what it had promised to be; instead of a passport to the future, it was a yoke that bound me to the past.”
“These are the technicalities. The jetes and pirouettes.. but the music of the dance lies in the subtle signals between the steps: the fish's delivery of them, the fisherman's read of and response to them, which, if she's good, must be near telepathic. That's what takes a death-grip on your concentration. That's why your mind empties of all trivia, which, when playing a fish, includes just about everything else you could possible think of. That is what anglers live for.”

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