Irving Stone
Irving Stone
Irving Stonewas an American writer, chiefly known for his biographical novels of noted artists, politicians and intellectuals; among the best known are Lust for Life, about the life of Vincent van Gogh, and The Agony and the Ecstasy, about Michelangelo...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNon-Fiction Author
Date of Birth14 July 1903
CountryUnited States of America
alphabet
Each of us has his own alphabet with which to create poetry.
flames waiting soul
Our secret thoughts - do they ever show up? The small flame of our soul can be burning hot, but no one comes to its warmth. Passersby see only a small whiff going through the chimney. Don't we need to take care of that flame, cherish it and patiently wait until someone will come and sit at it, do we?
trying depth endeavor
To try to understand another human being, to grapple for his ultimate depths, that is the most dangerous of human endeavors.
loneliness kind prison
Loneliness is a kind of prison. [Vincent Van Gogh]
poison antidote
Life's not so bad after all. There are not only poison but also antidotes.
drawing lines stories
Drawing is the poet's written line, set down to see if there be a story worth telling, a truth worth revealing.
religious art believe
We...believe that art is religious, because it is one of man's highest aspirations. There is no such thing as pagan art, only good and bad art.
abandon
God did not create us to abandon us.
world misery worth-fighting-for
Misery is the only thing in the world that has no end or edge.
secret knows
What we know of others is our personal secret.
motivation heart eye
I spend several years trying to get inside the brain and heart of my subjects, listening to the interior monologues in their letters, and when I have to bridge the chasms between the factual evidence, I try to make an intuitive leap through the eyes and motivation of the person I'm writing about.
pain without-pain no-love
There's no love without pain.
simple difficult
How difficult it is to be simple.
self design canvas
He made his colours, built his stretchers, plastered his canvas, painted his pictures, carpentered his frames, and painted them. 'Too bad I can't buy my own pictures,' he murmured aloud. 'Then I'd be completely self-sufficient.'