Quotes About Expression

Hoover Hess, the owner, was working the desk. He was a loose, asthmatic, scurfy man with the habitual expression of someone having his leg removed without anesthetic. His smile was a special agony. He had gone as high as a seventh mortgage and been down as low as a second. He averaged out at about four.

I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.

To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.

Print so easily spins a web of the commonplace over the fine outlines of life.

But how glum he looks now. She threw some daisies at him. Then, after a pause, she added mockingly: It's hunger, my dear. Good Lord, how dependent men are on food!

If only I still had faith in words.

The addition of the typewriter to the printing-press has given a new and horrible impetus to the spread of half-baked thought.

words are but pictures of our thoughts

Those who write ill, and they who ne'er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.

Hold, are you mad? you damn'd confounded Dog, I am to rise, and speak the Epilogue.

What passion cannot music raise or quell

Music is the exultation of Poetry. Both of them may excel apart but... are most excellent when they are joined.

Let the world feel the weight of who you are and let them deal with it.

Shouting is obvious; not talking to each other slips by.

Life is a hypocrite if I can't live The way it moves me!

The authors challenge that the marriage in which one cannot express disappointment has become an idol – The Thing that Cannot Be Questioned.

The personality of the artist leaks through their work. God included. He reveals himself through nature, as the Scriptures testify.

The most essential gift you have to give is yourself.

Art is the great democrat, calling forth creative genius from every sector of society, disregarding race or religion or wealth or color

We must never forget that art is not a form of propaganda; it is a form of truth.

If art is to nourish the roots of our culture, society must set the artist free to follow his vision wherever it takes him.

Above all, we are coming to understand that the arts incarnate the creativity of a free people. When the creative impulse cannot flourish, when it cannot freely select its methods and objects, when it is deprived of spontaneity, then society severs the root of art.

The life of the arts, far from being an interruption, a distraction, in the life of the nation, is close to the center of a nation's purpose - and is a test to the quality of a nation's civilization.

The highest duty of the writer is to remain true to himself and let the chips fall where they may. In serving his vision of the truth the artist best serves his nation.