Wynonna Judd quotes
It sounds corny, but I've promised my inner child that never again will I ever abandon myself for anything or anyone else again.
It sounds corny, but I've promised my inner child that never again will I ever abandon myself for anything or anyone else again.
We are losing our superstars like Johnny and June Carter Cash and that breaks my heart.
I learned again that the mind-body-spirit connection has to be in balance.
Because I now realize, after all this time, I have never truly felt worthy of all that I have been given.
There's a place for all types of country music as long as there is honesty and realness and a real human experience for the fans.
Laughter is the representative of Tragedy, when Tragedy is away.
No American worth his salt should go looking around for a root. I advance this in all modesty, as a not unreasonable opinion.
The ideal of perfect Success is an ideal belonging to the same sort of individual as the inventor of Equal Rights of man and Perfectibility.
To begin with, I hold that there is never an end; everything of which our life is composed, pictures and books as much as anything else, is a means only, in the sense that the work of art exists in the body of the movement of life. It may be a strong factor of progress and direction, but we cannot say that it is the end or reason of things, for it is so much implicated with them ; and when we are speaking of art we suddenly find that we are talking of life all the time.
With most people, not describable as artists, all the finer part of their vitality goes into sex. They become third-rate poets during their courtship. All their instincts of drama come out freshly with their wives. The artist is he in whom this emotionality normally absorbed by sex is so strong that it claims a newer and more exclusive field of deployment. Its first creation is the Artist himself, a new sort of person; the creative man.
Lenin in a top hat and frock coat would be a far greater anomaly than the Grand Lama of Thibet or a Zulu chief in that costume.
The ideas of a time are like the clothes of a season: they are as arbitrary, as much imposed by some superior will which is seldom explicit.
If an art has for its function to represent manners and people, I do not see how it can avoid systematizing its sensibility to the extent of showing some figures much as Moli?re, for instance, did, as absurd or detestable.
Laughter is an independent, tremendously important, and lurid emotion.
Satire has a great big glaring target. If successful, it blasts a great big hole in the center. Directness there must be and singleness of aim: it is all aim, all trajectory.
The earth has become one big village, with telephones laid on from one end to the other, and air transport, both speedy and safe.
Gertrude Stein's prose-song is a cold, black suet-pudding.... Cut it at any point, it is the same thing ... all fat, without nerve.
Instead of the vast organization to exploit the weakness of the Many, should we not possess one for the exploitation of the intelligence of the Few?
So-called austerity, the stoic injunction, is the path towards universal destruction. It is the old, the fatal, competitive path. Pull in your belt is a slogan closely related to gird up your loins, or the guns-butter metaphor.