If it is art, it is not for all, and if it is for all, it is not art.
No one looks or feels attractive when angry.
One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art.
We suffered for our art. You have to suffer for our art as well!
I've always been interested in martial arts.
Art has nothing to do with taste. Art is not there to be tasted
I've always been huge into martial arts.
Freedom is absolutely necessary for the progress in science and the liberal arts.
El arte de la noche ha invadido el arte de la vida.
I was raised doing martial arts.
Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown..
You couldn't say 'I had orders.' You couldn't say 'It's not fair.' No one was listening. There were no Words. You owned yourself. [...] Not 'Thou Shalt Not'. Say 'I Will Not'.
If thou dost think of me again, O tribune, let it not be lost in thy mind that I prayed thee only for word of my people - mother, sister.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.
O! I shall soon despair, when I shall see That Thou lovest mankind well, yet wilt not choose me, And Satan hates me, yet is loth to lose me.
How now, my sweet creature of bombast! How long is't ago, Jack, since thou saw'st thien own knee?
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.
Fantastic fortune thou deceitful light, That cheats the weary traveler by night, Though on a precipice each step you tread, I am resolved to follow where you lead.
Be careful when power comes to thee also, lest thou too shouldst smite in thine anger or thy jealousy, for unconquerable strength is a sore weapon in the hands of erring man
Know most of the rooms of thy native country before thou goest over the threshold thereof. Especially seeing England presents thee with so many observables.
O Fiend, whose talisman was that fatal symbol, wouldst thou leave nothing, whether in youth or age, for this poor sinner to revere?—such loss of faith is ever one of the saddest results of sin.
