Space is the breath of art.
Art, like money, has no inherent value. Both are embodiments of a promise–in the case of art, that the experience of beauty can be sustained by owning it.
“What sort of freak, then is man! Judge of all things, feeble earth worm, repository of the truth, sink of doubt and error,” at one and the same time the “glory and garbage of the universe!”
You’re the average of the five people you spend the most time with
Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot, but make it hot by striking.
I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite–only a sense of ‘the’ existence ‘of God’. (quotes mine)
If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading. ::: Lao Tzu :::