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Faith is to the soul what life is to the body. Prayer is to faith what breath is to life. How a man can live and not breathe is past my comprehension, and how a man can believe and not pray is past my comprehension too.
— JC Ryle
People don't realize how a man's whole life can be changed by one book.
— Malcolm X
All praise is due to Allah that I went to Boston when I did. If I hadn't, I'd probably still be a brainwashed black Christian.
— Malcolm X
He said, one time, that no true leader burdened his followers with a greater load than they could carry, and no true leader sets too fast a pace for his followers to Keep up.
— Malcolm X
If I create from the heart, nearly everything works; if from the head, almost nothing.
— Marc Chagall
In our life there is a single color, as on an artist palette which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.
— Marc Chagall
In the arts, as in life, everything is possible provided it is based on love.
— Marc Chagall
It is precisely its unorthodox touches—its intimation of the idea of a personal god, its flashes of vulnerability and pain, its unwavering commitment to virtue above pleasure and to tranquillity above happiness, its unmistakable stamp of an uncompromisingly honest soul seeking the light of grace in a dark world—that lend the work its special power to charm and inspire.
— Marcus Aurelius
Nothing is as encouraging as when virtues are visibly embodied in the people around us, when we're practically showered with them.
— Marcus Aurelius
Art is born of the observation and investigation of nature.
— Cicero
Forbidden things are open to the imagination.
— Margaret Atwood
Once in a while, though, he went on binges. He would sneak into bookstores or libraries, lurk around the racks where the little magazines were kept; sometimes he'd buy one. Dead poets were his business, living ones his vice. Much of the stuff he read was crap and he knew it; still, it gave him an odd lift. Then there would be the occasional real poem, and he would catch his breath. Nothing else could drop him through space like that, then catch him; nothing else could peel him open.
— Margaret Atwood