It is impossible that a town will not play a part in your life, it does not even make much difference whether you have more good or bad things to say of it, it draws your mind to it, by a mental law of gravitation.
I am one of those who think, like Nobel, that humanity will draw more good than evil from new discoveries.
Drawing is the honesty of the art. There is no possibility of cheating. It is either good or bad.
Nature is a dictionary; one draws words from it.
I can paint and draw. I believe this myself and a few other people say that they believe this too. But I'm not certain of whether it's true.
One can paint with two colors, and draw with one. Three, or four at most, have for centuries been enough men.
I love power. But it is as an artist that I love it. I love it as a musician loves his violin, to draw out its sounds and chords and harmonies.
To draw you must close your eyes and sing.
Drawing is the skeleton of what you do and color is its flash.
I am still sensitive to beauty. I would say, almost more so! The objects are somewhat distorted, blurry like impressionist paintings that strike you, sometimes, and draw you in. But external beauty remains transitory, whereas the beauty of a text, of a sentence, is an idea that I will keep within me an entire day.
“The nation that will insist on drawing a broad line of demarcation between the fighting man and the thinking man is liable to find its fighting done by fools and its thinking done by cowards.
Men are drawn closer to virtue when they see the dishonor that falls on misleaders.