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There are times when sense may be unseasonable, as well as truth.
Sep 29, 2025
Do not think that it is possible to repeat another period.
timeliness is an enemy to art.
You have to look life straight in the eye. De-mystify your world. Can you really afford to believe magic is for real? Not when time is concerned.
Timeliness is best in all matters.
The challenge is to learn to respond immediately to whatever it is time for. Not to wonder whether you have time for it or whether you like it, but simply to respond when it is time.
If you trap the moment before it's ripe, The tears of repentence you'll certainly wipe; But if once you let the ripe moment go You can never wipe off the tears of woe.
Most 'profound truths' are just timely ideas.
I continue to make paintings of people and their moments in our time because I am of that time. Out of that I hope to make pictures that are timeless.
To each thing belongs it's measure. Occasion is best to know.
How many things by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection!
I hate artists who are not of their time.
The great artists do not seek their forms in the midst of the past, but take the deepest soundings they can of the genuine, profoundest of their age.
In season, all is good.
Almost all institutions own a lot more art than they can ever show, much of it revealing for its timeliness, genius, or sheer weirdness.
Life is not a matter of milestones, but moments.
Not once in six years did I make it to the office by 9 on the dot.
What is it we value? Innovation. Originality. Novelty. But most importantly...timeliness. I fear you may be too late, my confused, unfortunate, friend.
In the companionship of art we are all of a time. Early or late we are to be shared.
Our epoch is a time of tragic collision between matter and spirit and of the downfall of the purely material world view.
For time not only moves inexorable forward, as the underlying grid to our personal chronicle, but is manipulated by our psychic needs and natures into various images of timelessness and timeliness. Transient moments suddenly expand, visions of infinity intervene, notes and phrases become outlets of fantasy, escape, recollection, or omen. The music travels on two planes, chronological time and psychological time. Both planes are essential and must be abundantly represented.
Wealth is in applications of mind to nature; and the art of getting rich consists not in industry, much less in saving, but in a better order, in timeliness, in being at the right spot.
Everyone has his day and some days last longer than others.
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils.
Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.
As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.
The future is like heaven-everyone exalts it but no one wants to go there now.
There is no present or future-only the past, happening over and over again-now.
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
The past, the future: - two eternities!
Half the interest of a garden is the constant exercise of the imagination. You are always living three, or indeed six, months hence. I believe that people entirely devoid of imagination never can be really good gardeners. To be content with the present, and not striving about the future, is fatal.
It's not over until it's over.
Even God cannot change the past.
The future is like the daytime moon, a diffident but faithful companion, so elegant as to be almost invisible, an inconspicuous marvel.
For after all what is man in nature? A nothing in relation to infinity, all in relation to nothing, a central point between nothing and all and infinitely far from understanding either. The ends of things and their beginnings are impregnably concealed from him in an impenetrable secret. He is equally incapable of seeing the nothingness out of which he was drawn and the infinite in which he is engulfed.
Some things arrive in their own mysterious hour, on their own terms and not yours, to be seized or relinquished forever.
At times I think and at times I am.
The gardener's work is never at at end; it begins with the year, and continues to the next: he prepares the ground, and then he sows it; after that he plants, and then he gathers the fruits.
We must wait until the evening to see how splendid the day had been.
I never think of the future - it comes soon enough.
Life isn't a matter of milestones, but of moments.
Gardener's , like everyone else, live second by second and minute by minute. What we see at one particular moment is then and there before us. But there is a second way of seeing. Seeing with the eye of memory, not the eye of our anatomy, calls up days and seasons past and years gone by.
If you are leaping a ravine, the moment of takeoff is a bad time to be considering alternative strategies.
What is history but a fable agreed upon?
In times like these, it helps to recall that there have always been times like these.
If you are leaping a ravine, the moment of takeoff is a bad time for considering alternative strategies... Do it in the 'closed' mode. But the moment the action is over, try to return to the 'open' mode... because in that mode we are the most aware, most receptive, most creative, and therefore at our most intelligent.
My readers think that I write for the day because my writings are based on the day. So I shall have to wait until my writings are obsolete. Then they may acquire timeliness.
The information highway is being sold to us as delivering information, but what it's really delivering is data... Unlike data, information has utility, timeliness, accuracy, a pedigree... Editors serve as barometers of quality, and most of an editor's time is spent saying no.
There is nothing permanent except change.