A collection of quotes by Source Unknown.
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There is only one rule to become a good talker, learn how to listen.
Source Unknown
Listening: A wise old owl sat in an oak. The longer he sat, the less he spoke. The less he spoke, the more he heard. Why can't we be like that wise old bird?
Experience is often what you get when you were expecting something else.
Our wisdom comes usually from our experience, and our experience comes largely from our experience.
Labor is the beginning, the middle, and the end of art.
The person who wins may have been counted out several times, but didn't hear the referee.
Better to aim at a star than shoot down a well; you'll hit higher.
Of all natural forces, vitality is the incommunicable one. Vitality never takes. You have it or you haven't it, like health or brown eyes or a baritone voice.
Art the end result of perception, wisdom, intelligence, discipline, hard work, passion, luck, accident, and coincidence.
If you don't want to deal with the devil, don't go in his shop. Keep on the Lord's side of the fence.
Two-minute attitude drill: To everyone: You can trust me. I'm committed to excellence. I care about you as a person. EVERY DAY: Do good. Do your best. Treat others as you would be treated. FOR TODAY: Nothing negative will escape my lips.
An atheist is a man who looks through a telescope and tries to explain all that he can't see.
To find out what others are feeling, don't prod or poke. If you want play with a turtle, you can't get it to come out of its shell by prodding and poking it with a stick, you might kill it. Be gentle not harsh, hard or forceful.
Great art is the contempt of a great man for small art.
Be careful what you ask for because you just might get it.
Many bad artists will tell you that art is life. There's a subtle difference however. You can turn your back on art
The key to getting everything you want is to never put all your begs in one ask-it!
How to trap an atheist: Serve him a fine meal, then ask him if he believes there is a cook.
Plan more than you can do, then do it. Bite off more than you can chew, then chew it. Hitch your wagon to a star, keep your seat, and there you are.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you --like music to the musician or Marxism to the Communist --or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
