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For what the horse does under compulsion as Simon also observes is done without understanding and there is no beauty in it either any more than if one should whip and spur a dancer.

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My first love is art and I see a lot of things in an artistic way.

In my world history comes down to language and art. No one cares much about what battles were fought who won them and who lost them – unless there is a painting a play a song or a poem that speaks of the event.

A compromise is the art of dividing a cake in such a way that everyone believes he has the biggest piece.

Wushu is a move in Chinese a physical move. An attack. Wushu is like an art.

When thou art at Rome do as they do at Rome.

Rock isn't art it's the way ordinary people talk.

Tell me thy company and I'll tell thee what thou art.

Book-jacket design may become a lost art like album-cover design without which late-20th-century iconography would have been pauperized.

Art is nature speeded up and God slowed down.

I was very much into buying contemporary art but I've just decided I want to get rid of it all. Not that it's not great art but all of a sudden my mood has changed and I want to go back to seventeenth- and eighteenth-century masters.

I did this Super-8 film at art school called 'Tissues' this black comedy about a family whose father has been arrested for child molestation. I was absolutely thrilled by every inch of it and would throw my projector in the back of my car and show it to anybody who would watch it.

Author: Xenophon

Excess of grief for the dead is madness for it is an injury to the living and the dead know it not.

Wherever magistrates were appointed from among those who complied with the injunctions of the laws Socrates considered the government to be an aristocracy.

There is small risk a general will be regarded with contempt by those he leads if whatever he may have to preach he shows himself best able to perform.

A horse is a thing of beauty… none will tire of looking at him as long as he displays himself in his splendor.

For what the horse does under compulsion as Simon also observes is done without understanding and there is no beauty in it either any more than if one should whip and spur a dancer.