Well, if it can be thought, it can be done, a problem can be overcome.
God Is, Lucifer is a devil, and there is a Hell.
It was not curiosity that killed the goose who laid the golden egg, but an insatiable greed that devoured common sense.
If Christ is God, He cannot sin, and if suffering was a sin in and by itself, He could not have suffered and died for us. However, since He took the most horrific death to redeem us, He showed us in fact that suffering and pain have great power.
The simple everyday experiences become the doorway to new thoughts and inspirations.
Ah, the magic of music, with it, all things are possible.
Abortion should be listed as a weapon of mass destruction against the voiceless.
Art is in the eye of the beholder, and everyone will have their own interpretation.
Upon the publication of Goethe's epic drama, the Faustian legend had reached an almost unapproachable zenith. Although many failed to appreciate, or indeed, to understand this magnum opus in its entirety, from this point onward his drama was the rule by which all other Faust adaptations were measured. Goethe had eclipsed the earlier legends and became the undisputed authority on the subject of Faust in the eyes of the new Romantic generation. To deviate from his path would be nothing short of blasphemy.
It's the unknown that draws people.
Since art is considered a noble field, art should be used to promote all that is good and noble, and in a noble fashion.
The devil has not vanished simply because people refuse to believe he exists, no more than God has.
If there are damned souls in Hell, it is because men blind themselves.
The most beautiful moments always seemed to accelerate and slip beyond one's grasp just when you want to hold onto them for as long as possible.
You can't enjoy art or books in a hurry.
You staying home all alone on New Year's Eve? Unthinkable. Take my advice the countdown should be shared with someone, or it's just another set of numbers passing you by.
True beauty lies not upon gilded veneers, But found in the soul within.
... it's a blessed thing to love and feel loved in return.
If a man cannot serve two masters, neither can Christianity, or several thousand of them as the case may be.
Weirdism is definitely the cornerstone of many an artist's career.
Tempted to type meaningless twaddle all the time on Twitter...with alliteration, no less!
Liberace was certainly master and commander of the ivories ~ he is the only pianist I can watch or listen to without suffering a case of 'Stagefright Sympathy Sickness'.
You cannot hinder someone's free will, that's the first law of the Universe, no matter what the decision.
While art thrives on the blazing colours of scandal, literature blossoms on the dark soil of tragedy.
Editors can be stupid at times. They just ignore that author's intention. I always try to read unabridged editions, so much is lost with cut versions of classic literature, even movies don't make sense when they are edited too much. I love the longueurs of a book even if they seem pointless because you can get a peek into the author's mind, a glimpse of their creative soul. I mean, how would people like it if editors came along and said to an artist, 'Whoops, you left just a tad too much space around that lily pad there, lets crop that a bit, shall we?'. Monet would be ripping his hair out.
