Saturday, October 31, 2009

chewing gum for the eyes.

TV — chewing gum for the eyes.
Frank Lloyd Wright

Friday, October 30, 2009


Love is the unfamiliar Name
Behind the hands that wove
The intolerable shirt of flame
Which human power cannot remove.
T. S. Eliot

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Paint the color of the wind.

Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.
Maxwell Bodenheim

Wednesday, October 28, 2009


Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
Arthur Rimbaud

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Cathedral space

That great Cathedral space which was childhood.
Virginia Woolf

Monday, October 26, 2009

The light of morning

The light of morning decomposes everything.
Haruki Murakami

Sunday, October 25, 2009

The charm of pedestrianism

The true charm of pedestrianism does not lie in the walking, or in the scenery, but in the talking. The walking is good to time the movement of the tongue by, and to keep the blood and the brain stirred up and active; the scenery and the woodsy smells are good to bear in upon a man an unconscious and unobtrusive charm and solace to eye and soul and sense; but the supreme pleasure comes from the talk.
Mark Twain

Saturday, October 24, 2009

All that I have seen

I am a part of all that I have seen.
Alfred Lord Tennyson

Friday, October 23, 2009

The only animal that blushes

Man is the only animal that blushes -- or needs to.
Mark Twain

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Strange, pleasant process called thinking

We all indulge in the strange, pleasant process called thinking, but when it comes to saying, even to someone opposite, what we think, then how little we are able to convey! The phantom is through the mind and out of the window before we can lay salt on its tail, or slowly sinking and returning to the profound darkness which it has lit up momentarily with a wandering light.
Virginia Woolf

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

A sister

No one knows better than a sister how we grew up, and who our friends, teachers and favorite toys were.
Dale V. Atkins

Tuesday, October 20, 2009


What art offers is space — a certain breathing room for the spirit.
John Updike

Monday, October 19, 2009

Common objects

Common objects become strangely uncommon when removed from their context and ordinary ways of being seen.
Wayne Thiebaud

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Even sleepers

Even sleepers are workers and collaborators on what goes on in the universe.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

He is sidewalk-happy.

The screech and mechanical uproar of the big city turns the citified head, fills citified ears — as the song of birds, wind in the trees, animal cries, or as the voices and songs of his loved ones once filled his heart. He is sidewalk-happy.
Frank Lloyd Wright

Friday, October 16, 2009

the skyscrapers’ battle

There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers’ battle with the heavens that cover them. Snow, rain, and mist highlight, drench, or conceal the vast towers, but those towers, hostile to mystery and blind to any sort of play, shear off the rain’s tresses and shine their three thousand swords through the soft swan of the fog.
Federico García Lorca

Thursday, October 15, 2009

nothing but feeling.

Who has the courage to go into the dark places where there is nothing but feeling?
Thomas A. Clark

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

The choice of a book.

A book always keeps something of its owner between its pages.
Cornelia Funke

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

The true season of love

That is the true season of love; when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved as much before, and that no one will ever love in the same way again.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Monday, October 12, 2009


Happiness is a thing to be practiced, like the violin.
- Sir John Lubbock

Sunday, October 11, 2009

The stairs

The elevator to success is out of order. You’ll have to use the stairs … one step at a time.
Joe Girard

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Between walls of brick

How long can men thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing the fumes of coal and of oil, growing, working, dying, with hardly a thought of wind, and sky, and fields of grain, seeing only machine-made beauty, the mineral-like quality of life?
Charles A. Lindbergh

Friday, October 9, 2009

Paint your pleasure

Draw your pleasure, paint your pleasure, and express your pleasure strongly.
Pierre Bonnard

Thursday, October 8, 2009

The shade

The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit.
Nelson Henderson

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Wasted hours

I wish I could stand on a busy street corner, hat in hand, and beg people to throw me all their wasted hours.
Bernard Berenson

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

The first thing in the morning

The first thing I do in the morning is to make my bed and while I am making up my bed I am making up my mind as to what kind of a day I am going to have.
Robert Frost

Monday, October 5, 2009

Love match

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
William Wordsworth

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Red and green

I have tried to express through red and green the terrible passions of humanity.
Vincent van Gogh

Saturday, October 3, 2009

This strange disease

This strange disease of modern life, with its sick hurry, its divided aims.
Matthew Arnold

Friday, October 2, 2009

Problems solved

So long as you have food in your mouth, you have solved all questions for the time being.
Franz Kafka

Thursday, October 1, 2009

How strawberries taste

One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe