For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice — no paper currency, no promises to pay, but the gold of real service. – John Burroughs
There once was a sculptor called Phidias Who had a distaste for the hideous. So he sculpt Aphrodite Without any nightie Which shocked the ultra-fastidious. – Anon.
Any great work of art… revives and readapts time and space, and the measure of its success is the extent to which it makes you an inhabitant of that world — the extent to which it invites you in and lets you breathe its strange, special air. – Leonard Bernstein, What Makes Opera Grand?
