A Quote by Thomas Carlyle

The fine arts once divorcing themselves from truth are quite certain to fall mad, if they do not die. — © Thomas Carlyle
The fine arts once divorcing themselves from truth are quite certain to fall mad, if they do not die.
You have certain writing tools but generally creating something from nothing makes one quite mad and Cynthia and I are quite mad you know.
The audience for comics has shifted dramatically. And the boundaries between books and fine arts have blurred. Maybe it's the globalization of fine art through the Internet - it's easy for certain groups to coalesce around a certain kind of work or medium.
The ordinary true, or purely real, cannot be the object of the arts. Illusion on a ground of truth,--that is the secret of the fine arts.
I graduated from my Master of Fine Arts program for writing for children and young adults at Vermont College of Fine Arts. Of course, for a master's program, you have to do a ton of reading. I would get up, usually around 5:30, to do my reading; otherwise, I would fall behind.
And this was the main precondition, that anything might be something else. Once I'd accepted that, it followed that I might be mad, or that someone might think me mad. How could I say for certain that I wasn't, if I couldn't say for certain that a curtain wasn't a mountain range?
Contact with [menstrual blood] turns new wine sour, crops touched by it become barren, grafts die, seed in gardens are dried up, the fruit of trees fall off, the edge of steel and the gleam of ivory are dulled, hives of bees die, even bronze and iron are at once seized by rust, and a horrible smell fills the air; to taste it drives dogs mad and infects their bites with an incurable poison.
Nursing is one of the Fine Arts: I had almost said, the finest of Fine Arts.
It's not true that you fall in love only once in your life. But it is true that you only fall in love a certain way, with a certain absoluteness, once.
We have our Arts so we won't die of Truth.
Truth is a hard deer to hunt. If you eat too much truth at once, you may die of the truth.
Truth is a hard deer to hunt. If you eat too much truth at once, you might die of the truth.
If I had a normal life Id quite cheerfully go mad and fall over right now
The longer I live the more I think of the quality of fortitude... men who fall, pick themselves up and stumble on, fall again, and are trying to get back up when they die.
The truth is I studied fine arts in Switzerland. I was just interested. I had no dream of being a movie star.
I happen to love science... Scientists are all slightly mad. There is truth in the stereotype of the mad scientist. They are mad with curiosity.
[in the true mad north] of introspection, where 'falcons of the inner eye' dive and die, glimpsing in their dying fall, all life's memory of existence.
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