Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.
BALD heads forgetful of their sins,
Old, learned, respectable bald heads
Edit and annotate the lines
That young men, tossing on their beds,
Rhymed out in love’s despair
To flatter beauty’s ignorant ear.
All shuffle there; all cough in ink;
All wear the carpet with their shoes;
All think what other people think;
All know the man their neighbour knows.
Lord, what would they say
Did their Catullus walk that way?
-William Butler Yeats
The Biglin Brothers Turning the Stake – Thomas Eakins
The Noon Recess – Winslow Homer
Eleven a.m. – Edward Hopper
“I don’t think so much of what I do when I work, but I try to feel something, to see without explaining, to catch it as near as I can – that’s all . . . Thinking is a terrible enemy. You should try to work not with your intelligence, but with your senses and your heart. With your intuition.” – Robert Bresson