Anna Andrejewna Achmatowa
Anna Andrejewna Achmatowa

I was prepared,
am somehow ready for the test.

Felix Adler
Felix Adler

Somehow the secret of the universe is hidden in our breast. Somehow the destinies of the universe depend upon our exertions.

Felix Adler
Felix Adler

In order to join vigorously in the moral work of the world I must believe that somehow the best I can accomplish will endure, will leave its trace on things, will aid the final consummation.

Aischylos
Aischylos

For somehow this is tyranny's disease, to trust no friends.

Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Thomas Bailey Aldrich

All the best sands of my life are somehow getting into the wrong end of the hourglass. If I could only reverse it! Were it in my power to do so, would I?

Swetlana Alexandrowna Alexijewitsch
Swetlana Alexandrowna Alexijewitsch

My teacher, Ales Adamovich, whose name I mention today with gratitude, felt that writing prose about the nightmares of the 20th century was sacrilege. Nothing may be invented. You must give the truth as it is. A "super-literature" is required. The witness must speak. Nietzsche's words come to mind – no artist can live up to reality. He can't lift it. It always troubled me that the truth doesn't

fit into one heart, into one mind, that truth is somehow splintered. There's a lot of it, it is varied, and it is strewn about the world.

Dschalal ad-Din al-Rumi
Dschalal ad-Din al-Rumi

What is the body? That shadow of a shadow
of your love, that somehow contains
the entire universe.

Martin Amis
Martin Amis

In Andrew Motion's book, we have the constant sense that Larkin is somehow falling short of the cloudless emotional health enjoyed by, for instance, Andrew Motion.

Carl Andre
Carl Andre

Well sure, my sculptures are floor pieces. Each one, like any area on the surface of the earth, supports a column of air that weighs – what is it? – 14.7 pounds per square inch. So in a sense, that might represent a column. It's not an idea, it's a sense of something you know, a demarked place. Somehow I think I always thought of it going that way, rather than an idea of a narrowing triangle

going to the center of the earth… I have nothing to do with Conceptual art [in contrast to his Physical Art, as Carl Andre called his sculpture art already in 1969]]. I'm not interested in ideas. If I were interested in ideas, I'd be in a field where what we think in is ideas… I don't really know what an idea is. One thing for me is that if I can frame something in language, I would never make

art out of it. I make art out of things which cannot be framed in any other way. [quote from a talk with the audience, December 1969]

Carl Andre
Carl Andre

I like the description 'Physical art'. I think maybe art emerged when man first began to distinguish himself from nature. Art is part of himself, which he returns perhaps as an homage to the nature which he left. Of course, he never left nature. The rise of consciousness, perhaps... The main thing we believe, that separated us from not only animals but from the stones, is the fact that we are not

stones, that we are not dogs. Now that is an assumption, perhaps it's a false assumption. But anyway, somehow I think one of the greatest functions of art is that man can feed back to his own consciousness through the knowledge that he is not a stone or not a dog.