October 9, 2012 § 2 Comments
I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn’t, than live my life as if there isn’t and die to find out there is.
October 2, 2012 § 2 Comments
I was 17 when I read The Picture of Dorian Grey. Till then I had paid little attention to the prefaces of books I read. With an exception to Somerset Maugham’s ‘Theatre’ , I would simply skim through and flip over the prefaces. When I saw this one, I realized how important prefaces are… even though the author has said everything he wants to say in the book, the preface adds that little touch, a tinge of the person behind the book. Now I always read the preface before I start. Next time I will post Maugham’s preface to ‘Theatre’.
The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim. The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.
The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography.
Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.
Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty.
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.
The nineteenth century dislike of realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass.
The nineteenth century dislike of romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass.
The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium.
No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved.
No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style.
No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything. Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art. Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art.
From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician. From the point of view of feeling, the actor’s craft is the type.
All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.
Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital. When critics disagree, the artist is in accord with himself.
We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.
All art is quite useless.
— OSCAR WILDE
August 14, 2012 § Leave a comment
“The typical unhappy man is one who, having been deprived in youth of some normal satisfaction, has come to value this one kind of satisfaction more than any other, and has therefore given to his life a one-sided direction, together with a quite undue emphasis upon the achievement as opposed to the activities connected with it.” – Bertrand Russell, “The Conquest Happiness”
Once in a while you really come across something someone said and it gets to you and makes you think.
Ahh… the power of words!
The past tends to define you, most of the time. So if, that one normal satisfaction that you are deprived as a youth defines everything that follows, its kind of limiting isn’t it. Then of course, it can also be liberating. Or motivating. But… tends to be limiting most of the time.
Perhaps clarity is a virtue. To see what is affecting you, your unconscious actions towards something… and to see if it is limiting you or blinding you to possibilities. To be free of all the past must feel very very light!
May 8, 2012 § 2 Comments
Jack Sparrow: Me? I’m dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly. It’s the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they’re going to do something incredibly… stupid.
I think fish is nice, but then I think that rain is wet, so who am I to judge?
It is a rare mind indeed that can render the hitherto non-existent blindingly obvious. The cry ‘I could have thought of that’ is a very popular and misleading one, for the fact is that they didn’t, and a very significant and revealing fact it is too.
Douglas Adams is a genius. And my absolute favorite. If you are bored or not so bored or having a bad day or having a good day or want a great big laugh or chuckle at his intelligent and brilliant humor, you gotta go read The Hitchhiker’s Guide!! Its a mad mad roller coaster!
May 1, 2012 § 4 Comments
“A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere.” – Groucho Marx
and one more…
“These are my set of principals.If you don’t like them i have another set!” – Groucho Marx
April 24, 2012 § Leave a comment
“Mr. Ping: The secret ingredient is… nothing!
Mr. Ping: You heard me. Nothing! There is no secret ingredient.
Po: Wait, wait… it’s just plain old noodle soup? You don’t add some kind of special sauce or something?
Mr. Ping: Don’t have to. To make something special you just have to believe it’s special.
Po: There is no secret ingredient…!”
– Kung Fu Panda.
AND on a different note…
“I have a superiority complex.” -Mallika Sherawat.
April 17, 2012 § 1 Comment
“As time goes by, life has a way of rearranging itself. People enter your life, and inevitably, they leave as well. Things have a tendency to happen that can turn your world upside down. You’ll come to realize eventually, that even though things are different, you are as well.”