Carl Jung
The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect, but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the objects it loves.
Author Unknown
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
Author unknown
To reach any goal requires that we be unyielding about where we intend to go, but flexible about how to get there.
Vincent Van Gogh
If you hear a voice within you saying "you are not a painter", then by all means paint...and that voice will be silenced.
HIGH FLIGHT, by Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings:
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up in the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings:
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up in the long, delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
Mark Twain
Dance like nobody's watching;
Love like you've never been hurt.
Sing like nobody's listening;
Live like it's heaven on earth.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Sing like nobody's listening;
Live like it's heaven on earth.
Found inscribed over a doorway at Westminster Abbey
Of the craftsmen it may be said that
in the handiwork of their craft is their prayer.
in the handiwork of their craft is their prayer.
Longfellow, Ladder of Saint Augustine, st. 10
The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night.
Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night.
Philip Thatcher
Ask not what the world needs;
ask rather what makes your heart sing,
and go do that -
for what the world needs
is people
with hearts that sing.
ask rather what makes your heart sing,
and go do that -
for what the world needs
is people
with hearts that sing.
Henry van Dyke
Be glad of life,
for it gives you the chance
to love, and to work, and to play,
and to look up at the stars.
for it gives you the chance
to love, and to work, and to play,
and to look up at the stars.
Goethe
One should, every day at least,
hear a little song, read a good poem,
see a fine picture, and, if possible,
speak a few reasonable words.
hear a little song, read a good poem,
see a fine picture, and, if possible,
speak a few reasonable words.
John Muir
This grand show is eternal.
It is always sunrise somewhere,
the dew is never all dried at once,
a shower is forever falling,
vapor is ever rising.
Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset,
eternal dawn and gloaming,
on sea, continents, and islands,
each in its turn
as the round earth rolls.
It is always sunrise somewhere,
the dew is never all dried at once,
a shower is forever falling,
vapor is ever rising.
Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset,
eternal dawn and gloaming,
on sea, continents, and islands,
each in its turn
as the round earth rolls.
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