Stefanoni Artist Quotes & Sayings

The Church is like a great ship being pounded by the waves of life's different stresses. Our duty is not to abandon ship, but to keep her on her course. — Saint Boniface

Life tells you to take the elevator, but love tells you to take the stairs. — David Levithan

Anger may be foolish and absurd, and one may be wrongly irritated, but a man never feels outraged unless in some respect he is fundamentally right. — Victor Hugo

Now Early realized that a light had gone out, and — Blue Balliett

In disputes, be not so desirous to overcome as to not give liberty to each one to deliver his opinion and submit to the judgment of the major part, especially if they are judges of the dispute. — George Washington

There is remedy for all things except death - Don Quixote De La Mancha — Miguel De Cervantes Saavedra

Turning one's novel into a movie script is rather like making a series of sketches for a painting that has long ago been finished and framed. — Vladimir Nabokov

When Nietzsche made his famous definition of tragic pleasure he fixed his eyes, like all the other philosophers in like case, not on the Muse herself but on a single tragedian. His "reaffirmation of the will to live in the face of death, and the joy of its inexhaustibility when so reaffirmed" is not the tragedy of Sophocles nor the tragedy of Euripides, but it is the very essence of the tragedy of Aeschylus. The strange power tragedy has to present suffering and death in such a way as to exalt and not depress is to be felt in Aeschylus' plays as in those of no other tragic poet. He was the first tragedian; tragedy was his creation, and he set upon it the stamp of his own spirit. It was a soldier-spirit. Aeschylus was a Marathon-warrior, the title given to each of the little band who had beaten back the earlier tremendous Persian onslaught. — Edith Hamilton

The curtains were not yet drawn and with the moonlight spreading across the room, I could see clearly. I undressed and slipped a soft cotton gown over my naked body. I pulled the blanket off the foot of my bed, covered my shoulders and wa ... lked out on the balcony. The cool night air blowing through my hair served as a reminder that only a hint of summer remained in this year of 1860. — Nancy B. Brewer

I write about what I know; and I write about things that are new to me, and that I didn't know before. — Colum McCann

Infancy is the perpetual Messiah, which comes into the arms of fallen men, and pleads with them to return to paradise. — Ralph Waldo Emerson