A Quote by Pablo Picasso

A plagiarist steals from one person. A true artist steals from everybody.

Pablo Picasso

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Pablo Picasso
Spanish - Painter
October 25, 1881 - April 8, 1973

He who steals a little steals with the same wish as he who steals much, but with less power.

Plato

Not everybody's the perfect person in the world. I mean everyone kills people, murders people, steals from you, steals from me, whatever. I think that people need a second chance.

Terrelle Pryor

The rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.

Edvard Munch

In Brazil, a poor man goes to jail when he steals. When a rich man steals, he becomes a minister.

Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva

He who steals a hook shall be hanged; while he who steals the state shall be crowned as prince.

Laozi

What if he wakes up before you get home and steals you blind? (Wayne) Steals what? My clothes won’t fit him and I have nothing of any value. Not unless he likes my Peter, Paul, and Mary collection anyway. (Sunshine)

Sherrilyn Kenyon

I've got all these memories of guys just trying to get steals and not being very solid or very good defensively. They have all these steals so they must be a great defender. I usually find it to be the opposite.

Mike Budenholzer

If someone steals your password, you can change it. But if someone steals your thumbprint, you can't get a new thumb. The failure modes are very different.

Bruce Schneier

The immature artist imitates. The mature artist steals.

Lionel Trilling

It's a poor artist who borrows--a good artist steals.

Pablo Picasso

Everybody steals my lines.

Eve Babitz

A thief believes everybody steals.

E. W. Howe

Every time thief steals, he steals from his own peace, from his own honour! No man is as poor as a rich thief!

Mehmet Murat Ildan

Like all other lonely or hungry things, ego loves the light. It sees light, and the possibility of being close to the soul, and it creeps up to it and steals one of its essential camouflages. In a hunger for soul, our own ego-self steals the pelt