When people say I am wise, or a sage, I cannot accept it. A man once dipped a hatful of water from a stream. What did that amount to? I am not that stream. I am at the stream, but I do nothing. Other people are at the same stream, but most of them find they have to do something with it. I do nothing. I never think that I am the one who must see to it that cherries grow on stalks. I stand and behold, admiring what nature can do.
There is a fine old story about a student who came to a rabbi and said, ‘In the olden days there were men who saw the face of God. Why don’t they any more?’ The rabbi replied, ‘Because nowadays no one can stoop so low.’
One must stoop a little in order to fetch water from the stream
—Carl Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections
Kurt Schwitters, Merz 1003 (Peacock’s Tail), 1924
If you steal from one author, it’s plagiarism; if you steal from many, it’s research.”
— Wilson Mizner
“Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different. The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique, utterly different from that from which it was torn; the bad poet throws it into something which has no cohesion.”
— T.S. Eliot
CaravaggioSan Matteo e l’angelo 1602
"But look, most of all, at the seriousness of his gaze, both haughty and humble, and note the irregularity of his rendering of his own eyes, one leveled at the viewer, just behind the nose, and the other, open a bit wider, and looking just over our own left shoulder. He’s telling us something; I’m not entirely sure what, probably something about things having two meanings. This remarkable painting is about a mind manifesting, supremely confident, but it’s also about a mind scrutinizing itself. This is, after all, what all artists do, to this day. "
James Siena on Albrecht Dürer