A Quote by John Cage

Where does beauty begin? Where does it end? Where it ends is where the artist begins. — © John Cage
Where does beauty begin? Where does it end? Where it ends is where the artist begins.
Where beauty ends is where the artist begins
Where does the body end and the mind begin? Where does the mind end and the spirit begin? They cannot be divided as they are inter-related and but different aspects of the same all-pervading divine consciousness.
How does meaning get into the image? Where does it end? And if it ends, what is there beyond?
What does he do, Clarice? What is the first and principal thing he does, what need does he serve by killing? He covets. How do we begin to covet? We begin by coveting what we see every day.
A market does not culminate in one grand blaze of glory. Neither does it end with a sudden reversal of form. A market can and does often cease to be a bull market long before prices generally begin to break.
Krushna is my boyfriend but my life doesn't begin and end with him and neither does his professional career begin and end with me.
Where does discipline end? Where does cruelty begin? Somewhere between these, thousands of children inhabit a voiceless hell.
Religion ends and philosophy begins, just as alchemy ends and chemistry begins, and astrology ends and astronomy begins.
What begins at the water shall end there, and what ends there shall once more begin.
Youth ends when egotism does; maturity begins when one lives for others.
This individual does not know where initiative ends and rocket-propelled idiocy begins.
An odd contradiction, if the layman were correct in his unconscious assumption that an artist begins with reality and ends with art: the converse is true - to the degree that this dichotomy has any truth - the artist begins with art, and through it arrives at reality.
Only when the sense of the pain of others begins does man begin
Only when the sense of the pain of others begins does man begin.
A farm is a good thing, when it begins and ends with itself, and does not need a salary, or a shop, to eke it out.
But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins.
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