Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.
Fear makes strangers of people who would be friends.
Friends and good manners will carry you where money won’t go.
Friends are born, not made.
Henry B. Adams
Friendship and money: oil and water.
The problem of how we finance the welfare state should not obscure a separate issue: if each person thinks he has an inalienable right to welfare, no matter what happens to the world, that’s not equity, it’s just creating a society where you can’t ask anything of people.
Inflation is taxation without legislation.
It is a kind of spiritual snobbery that makes people think they can be happy without money.
It is bad policy to regulate everything… where things may better regulate themselves and can be better promoted by private exertions; but it is no less bad policy to let those things alone which can only be promoted by interfering social power.
It is incumbent upon each of us to improve spending and savings practices to ensure our own individual financial security and preserve the collective economic well-being of our great society.
What one has not experienced, one will never understand in print.
When you have really exhausted an experience you always reverence and love it.
You cannot create experience. You must undergo it.
Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
Nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely.
Beauty is the promise of happiness.
Beauty is the sole ambition, the exclusive goal of Taste.
Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.
Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.
Though beauty gives you a weird sense of entitlement, it’s rather frightening and threatening to have others ascribe such importance to something you know you’re just renting for a while.
Trifles make perfection, and perfection is no trifle.
When that shutter clicks, anything else that can be done afterward is not worth consideration.
Wherever art appears, life disappears.
Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable.
George Bernard Shaw
Without freedom, no art; art lives only on the restraints it imposes on itself, and dies of all others.