That’s the motivation of an artist – to seek attention of some kind.
The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.
The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life.
The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.
The artist belongs to his work, not the work to the artist.
It is almost impossible to remember how tragic a place the world is when one is playing golf.
Robert Wilson Lynd
I regard golf as an expensive way of playing marbles.
Gilbert K. Chesterton
I see great things in baseball. It's our game - the American game.
I'm a competitive person and I love the challenge of mastering new things.
I'm not buddy-buddy with the players. If they need a buddy, let them buy a dog.
There is poetry as soon as we realize that we possess nothing.
There'll always be working people in my poems because I grew up with them, and I am a poet of memory.
There's no money in poetry, but then there's no poetry in money, either.
Therefore is a word the poet must not know.
To have great poets, there must be great audiences.
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.
Frank Lloyd Wright
I believe that if one always looked at the skies, one would end up with wings.
I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in.
George Washington Carver
I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do.
Forests, lakes, and rivers, clouds and winds, stars and flowers, stupendous glaciers and crystal snowflakes - every form of animate or inanimate existence, leaves its impress upon the soul of man.
Orison Swett Marden
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
Pedro Calderon de la Barca
Having contemplated this admirable grove, I proceeded towards the shrubberies on the banks of the river, and though it was now late in December, the aromatic groves appeared in full bloom.