Many are observing Ferguson and witnessing the anger, demonstrations, looting and vandalism and calling for quiet. But quiet isn't enough. The absence of noise isn't the presence of justice - and we must demand justice in Ferguson and the other 'Ferg...
Good art however 'immoral' is wholly a thing of virtue. Good art can NOT be immoral. By good art I mean art that bears true witness, I mean the art that is most precise.
Spoken word poetry is the art of performance poetry. I tell people it involves creating poetry that doesn't just want to sit on paper, that something about it demands it be heard out loud or witnessed in person.
Cleverness is like rouge - liberal application makes a woman look common and desperate. Wit is knowing how to apply it.
Freedom, where are you? Who holds you back? [...] The mother of wit and pleasure, Oh freedom!
One does not have to be Witted to know the companionship of a beast, and to know that the friendship of an animal is every bit as rich and complicated as that of a man or woman.
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind.
His jest shall savour but a shallow wit, when thousands more weep than did laugh it.
As a matter of fact, with all wit, humor, raillery, persiflage, he was the profoundest logician that ever appealed to the intellect of an American audience. . { }
Even on the cross He did not hide Himself from sight; rather, He made all creation witness to the presence of its Maker.
The last vestiges of consciousness tell her she has just witnessed her own murder, all she ever was and hoped to be is gone.
It proposed that human beings, by the act of making witness, warranted times and places for their existence other than the time and place they were living through.
Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
This [...] isn`t something I actually saw, but what you end up remembering isn`t always the same as what you witnessed.
Your wit is always such a delight, Mr. Zeklos. I can barely contain myself around it.
Science is history arranged according to the superstition and taste of the moment. The vocabulary of scholars has no wit, no salt. These heavy tomes have no soul, they are filled with distress...
Spader and I were nearly killed. Three times. We were also robbed and witnessed a gruesome murder. Happy birthday to me!
The combination of razor-sharp wit (completely real) and his credentials (completely fake) had won them over in the end.
A true lady should have the wit and the imagination, or at least the very restraint, to express herself without resorting herself to such base vocabulary.
.....the only sound was of the crickets, and the glittering speckled of stars on the night sky as witness of her biggest mistake, the night when it changed her life forever.
As I witness the dead of beloved ones, it makes be become more conscious that life indeed has an end.
