May 11, 2016

“breakthroughs are born out of unusual circumstances”


April 19, 2016

“It seems that perfection is attained not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing more to remove” ~ Saint-Exupery


April 2, 2016
“… a boundless ambition and thirst after greatness… the burning desire to achieve something great and memorable… this motive is something demonic, involving a surrender of the will, the use of any means, however atrocious, and even an indifference to success itself.”

~ “The civilization of the Renaissance in Italy”, Jacob Burckhardt.

Dante reproved “lo gran disio dell’eccellenza” (Purgatorio), for the reason that intellectual glory is not absolute but relative to the times, and may be surpassed and eclipsed by greater successors.


April 2, 2016

“Leon Battista Alberti, at the sight of noble trees and waving cornfields, shed tears. He was in a close and mysterious communion with the world.”

~ “The civilization of the Renaissance in Italy”, Jacob Burckhardt.


April 2, 2016

“When this impulse to the highest individual development was combined with a powerful and varied nature, which had mastered all the elements of the culture of the age, then arose the ‘all-sided man’ — l’uomo universale — who belonged to Italy alone. […] In Italy at the time of the Renaissance we find artists who in every branch created new and perfect works, and who also made the greatest impression as men. Others, outside the arts they practiced, were masters of a vast circle of spiritual interests. The fifteenth century is above all that of the many-sided men. There is no biography which does not, besides the chief work of its hero, speak of other pursuits all passing beyond the limits of dilettantism.”

~ “The civilization of the Renaissance in Italy”, Jacob Burckhardt.


April 2, 2016

le-fontanelle_0743_di-treviso


April 2, 2016

“Only he who has learned everything is nowhere a stranger; robbed of his fortune and without friends, he is yet the citizen of every country, and can fearlessly despise the changes of fortune.”
~ Ghiberti, quoting Vitruvius.

“Wherever a learned man fixes his seat, there is home.”
~ Codri urcei vita, Bologna, 1502.


April 2, 2016
“… by the side of the church, which had hitherto held the countries of the west together, there arose a new spiritual influence, a spiritual movement, which, spreading itself abroad from Italy, became the breadth of life for all the more instructed minds in Europe… the Renaissance is not a fragmentary imitation or compilation of antiquity, but a new birth, and the signs of this are visible in the poems of the unknown clericus of the 12th century… there was thus a new cause in the world and a new class of men to maintain it.”
~ “The civilization of the Renaissance in Italy”, Jacob Burckhardt.

April 2, 2016

“A priest while going the round of his parish on the saturday before easter in order to sprinkle the houses with holy water as was his custom, coming to the studio of a painter, and there beginning to sprinkle the water upon some of his pictures, the painter turning round with some annoyance asked him why he sprinkled his pictures in this manner. The priest replied that it was the custom and that it was his duty to act thus, that he was doing a good deed and that whoever did a good deed might expect a recompense as great or even greater; for so God had promised that for every good deed which we do on the earth we shall be rewarded a hundredfold from on high. Then the painter, having waited until the priest had made his exit, stepped to the window above and threw a large bucket of water down on to his back, calling out to him, ‘See, there is the reward that comes to you a hundredfold from on high as you said it would, on account of the good deed you did me with yor holy water with which you have half ruined my pictures’.”

~ Leonardo da Vinci


digestion

March 22, 2016

“in a few years i’ll be completely mad”, he told to himself, while he was sitting at his desk, the candle close to exhaustion, the light fainter and paler every second. a world of desperation, so profound to have the material consistency of metal and paper, was awaiting just behind the yellowish corner of the old, crumbling wall of his life, a wall stained by spit and sun. he saw it like a shadow, he saw his desperation becoming real, venom flowing in his organs, taking possession drop by drop of the tendons of his skin. it has the consistency of metal, the coldness of smooth metal, he thought. a few years ago, they were in symbiosis with each other, after all. but tonight, tonight he felt like a parasite, he understood that he doesn’t own the majority of his organs any more. an undesired guest, which his own body was preparing to vomit up soon.


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