Dory: [Reading a door] Hey, look. "Esc-a-pay". Hey, it's spelled just like escape.
Dory: [dreaming] Uhhh... the sea monkeys have my money... yes, I'm a natural blue...
Dory: What is it with men and asking for directions?
Dory: I suffer from short term memory loss. It runs in my family... At least I think it does... Where are they?
[the whale groans] Dory: Okay, he either said, "move to the back of the throat," or he "wants a root beer float".
Spending an evening on the World Wide Web is much like sitting down to a dinner of Cheetos, two hours later your fingers are yellow and you're no longer hungry, but you haven't been nourished.
One must act in painting as in life, directly.
(October 25, 1881 - April 08, 1973)
It is easy to see the faults of others but difficult to see one's own. A man winnows his neighbour's faults like chaff but conceals his own as a cunning gambler conceal his die.