Yet it was the impression that the unknown master has set out to create, Phoenix-like, from the dying embers… — Arthur C. Clarke
Yet it was the impression that the unknown master has set out to create, Phoenix-like, from the dying embers of a great legend. He had captured, and held for all future ages to see, that beauty whose service is the purpose of life, and it sole justification.
p. 292Source: Wikiquote · CC BY-SA 4.0
More from this book
“Censorship does raise some very difficult problems, doesn’t it? I’ve always argued that there’s an inverse correlation between a country’s degree of civilisation and the restraints it puts on its press.”
A New English voice from the back of the room cut in: “On that argument, Paris is a more civilised place than Boston.”
“Precisely,” answered Purvis. For once, he waited for a reply.
“OK,” said the New England voice mildly. “I’m not arguing. I just wanted to check.”
p. 500
You won’t be an artist if you live a thousand years. You’re merely an expert, and you know it. Those who can—do, those who can’t—criticise.
p. 294
Great art and domestic bliss are mutually incompatible. Sooner or later, you'll have to make your choice.
p. 298
