Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Taste is the smiling surface of a lake whose depths are great, impenetrable and cold.
— John Summerson, “William Butterfield; Or, The Glory Of Ugliness”
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
It will hit you like a bus.
— P. Adams Sitney
Monday, October 15, 2012
If you choose to believe.
— David Reinfurt
Sunday, October 14, 2012
At some time or other in the life of every healthy young person there appears to be developed what has been styled ‘the collecting mania.’
— W. J. Holland, The Butterfly Book
Saturday, October 13, 2012
What is the shape inside your head?
— RoseLee Goldberg
Friday, October 12, 2012
I believe the right question to ask, respecting all ornament, is simply this: Was it done with enjoyment-was the carver happy while he was about it?
— John Ruskin, “The Lamp of Life,” The Seven Lamps of Architecture
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Simple as it may sound, the task of creative non-interference with letters is a rewarding and difficult calling. In ideal conditions, it is all that typographers are really asked to do - and it is enough.
— Robert Bringhurst, The Elements of Typographic Style
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
The role of sameness here is significant.
— Michael Koortbojian
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
And there is a small manmade object that Mr. Sugimoto fetched from a cabinet on a recent afternoon.
— Randy Kennedy, “‘Fossilizing’ With a Camera,” The New York Times
Monday, October 8, 2012
Have hope!
— Phi
Sunday, October 7, 2012
To ask too much of a school is either to encourage superficial education (which is worse than none at all), or to extend school years beyond a reasonable limit, thus greatly retarding the time when young men should make their contacts with a different and more practical world.
— Paul P. Cret, “The Ecole des Beaux-Arts and Architectural Education”
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Let it be.
— Shaggy & The Beatles Mashup, “Let It Be Me”
Friday, October 5, 2012
He could not stretch his Hand beyond his Body? If he could, then he would put his Arm, where there was before Space without Body.
— John Lock, “Simple Modes of Space”
Thursday, October 4, 2012
I read merely to understand their meaning, and they well repaid my labours.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
You love a fantasy compound image you have made.
— P. Adams Sitney
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
No, I don’t think that’s necessarily true.
— Scottie, Vertigo
Monday, October 1, 2012
For all my sweat, my blood runs weak.
— Mumford & Sons, “Below My Feet”
Sunday, September 30, 2012
We are no longer able to recognize our true bearing and cannot see the forest because of the trees.
— Gottfried Semper, Prospectus
Saturday, September 29, 2012
I would do it or remain silent.
— Jean-Jacques Rousseau, The Social Contract
Friday, September 28, 2012
The previous faith on my part in your liking’s existence is in such cases what makes your liking come.
— William James, The Will To Believe