Nicodim Gallery Quotes & Sayings

The koans in the Blue Cliff Record do their best to introduce people to their true natures. One of them (number 27 out of 100) quotes a monk asking the master Yun Men, "How is it when the tree withers and the leaves fall?" There are many ways to interpret the question, of course. — Mark Epstein

Follow the truth of the way. Reflect upon it. Make it your own. Live it. It will always sustain you. — Gautama Buddha

Six Sigma is a quality program that, when all is said and done, improves your customers' experience, lowers your costs, and builds better leaders. — Jack Welch

I'm narrating the television series Biography. I'm still involved in my music - I have a new album out. I have an animated project in development. I'm writing a lot of things and you never know if one of them is going to become a six or seven year project. — Bill Mumy

And a true brass thimble. Mauma said the thimble would be mine one day. When she wasn't using it, I wore it on my fingertip like a jewel. — Sue Monk Kidd

I have long observed that the act of writing is viewed, by some, as an elite and otherworldly act, all the more so if a person isn't paid for what she writes. — Joyce Maynard

What confronts us, now the excitement's over, is our own failure. — Margaret Atwood

I need another dick in this house and soon before the whole fuckin' place is painted pink and I slip on a glitter pen and break my neck. — Kristen Ashley

People talk about medium. What is your medium? My medium as a writer has been dirt, clay, sand
what I could touch, hold, stand on, and stand for
Earth. My medium has been Earth. Earth in correspondence with my mind. — Terry Tempest Williams

Where are there any records of God's goodness so easy to understand as the blessings which God has strewn abroad for man's happiness? Where is there any book of the law so clear to each man as that written in his heart? What sacrifices equal the self-denials which loving men and women make for one another? And what altar can be compared with the heart of a good man, on which God Himself accepts the sacrifice? — Leo Tolstoy