Thomas E. Mann Quotes

A poet is a painter of the soul.

Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.

I need no dictionary of quotations to remind me that the eyes are the windows of the soul.

In me soul, I'm gentle.

Poetry, at its best, is the language your soul would speak if you could teach your soul to speak.

I am also a painter. I paint the hearts of people with colors of spirituality.

Art is eternal for it reveals the inner landscape which is the soul of man.

The eyes are the window to where the soul is supposed to be.

Art is good for my soul precisely because it reminds me that we have souls in the first place.

Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.

The rainiest nights, like the rainiest lives, are by no means the saddest.

Jazz is the language of the emotions.

All things are known to the soul.

When I look in the mirror, I see a woman with secrets. When we don’t listen to our intuition, we abandon our souls. And we abandon our souls because we are afraid if we don’t, others will abandon us.

The eyes are the mirror of the soul and reflect everything that seems to be hidden; and like a mirror, they also reflect the person looking into them.

Musings The little poets sing of little things: Hope, cheer, and faith, small queens and puppet kings; Lovers who kissed and then were made as one, And modest flowers waving in the sun. The mighty poets write in blood and tears And agony that, flame-like, bites and sears. They reach their mad blind hands into the night, To plumb abysses dead to human sight; To drag from gulfs where lunacy lies curled, Mad, monstrous nightmare shapes to blast the world. [click on the thumbnail by Jack "King" Kirby]

What we love usually manages to get into our conversation. What is down in the well of the heart will come up in the bucket of the speech.

Even across the dark, even across the loss, even across the emptiness, soul will speak to soul

any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.

Literature is the history of the soul.

How wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul. The intellect of man is enthroned visibly on his forehead and in his eye, and the heart of man is written on his countenance, but the soul, the soul reveals itself in the voice only.

We are all visionaries, and what we see is our soul in things.

Ah! but the moods lie in his nature, my boy, just as much as his reflections did, and more. A man can never do anything at variance with his own nature. He carries within him the germ of his most exceptional action; and if we wise people make eminent fools of ourselves on any particular occasion, we must endure the legitimate conclusion that we carry a few grains of folly to our ounce of wisdom.

I never thought I could write this much and now that it's coming to an end, I feel sad that I have to stop, sort of the way you feel at the end of a really good book and you know you're going to miss the main character. But in this case, the main character is me! Myself. Joe (formerly JoDan) Bunch. —Joe Bunch

The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface.