Top 7 Quotes & Sayings by Alexander Eliot

Explore popular quotes and sayings by an American writer Alexander Eliot.
Last updated on December 7, 2024.
Alexander Eliot

Alexander Eliot was an American writer born in Cambridge, Massachusetts, best known for his works on spirituality and myth. He is the son of Samuel Atkins Eliot, Jr., the grandson of Samuel Atkins Eliot, and the great-grandson of Charles W. Eliot, president of Harvard for fifty years. Eliot was the art editor of Time magazine from 1945 to 1960. His many books include “The Universal Myths: Heroes, Gods, Tricksters, and Other”, “The Global Myths: Exploring Primitive, Pagan, Sacred, and Scientific Mythologies”, and “The Timeless Myths: How Ancient Legends Influence the Modern World”.

Painting dissolves the forms at its command ... it melts them into color.
I have but one life to give to adventure.
We're not home-and-hearth people. We're the adventurers, the buccaneers, the blockade runners. Without challenge, we're only alive. — © Alexander Eliot
We're not home-and-hearth people. We're the adventurers, the buccaneers, the blockade runners. Without challenge, we're only alive.
Painting dissolves the forms at its command, or tends to; it melts them into color. Drawing, on the other hand, goes about resolving forms, giving edge and essence to things. To see shapes clearly, one outlines them--whether on paper or in the mind. Therefore, Michelangelo, a profoundly cultivated man, called drawing the basis of all knowledge whatsoever.
So-called restoration is at least as tricky as brain surgery. Most pictures expire under scalpel and sponge.
Personal answers to ultimate questions. That is what we seek.
This moment, this being, is the thing. My life is all life in little. The moon, the planets, pass around my heart. The sun, now hidden by the round bulk of this earth, shines into me, and in me as well. The gods and the angels both good and bad are like the hairs of my own head, seemingly numberless, and growing from within. I people the cosmos from myself, it seems, yet what am I? A puff of dust, or a brief coughing spell, with emptiness and silence to follow.
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