Frank Rutter quotes

“Edward Isaac Bickert in never one to blow his own horn - figuratively - he is one of the most modest and unassuming men in Jazz. But literally - he blows up a storm .”
-- Frank Rutter

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“Is it a particularly British trait to so utterly adore truly appalling men, from Tony Hancock through to Steptoe and Alf Garnett, Captain Mainwaring, Rigsby, Del Boy, Victor Meldrew and on to David Brent from The Office. The most deeply adored characters are all simply vile.”

“God wants us to speak to men so that they will feel it, so that they will never forget it. God means every Christian to be effective, to make a difference in the actual records and results of Christian work. God put each of us here to be a power. There is not one of us but is an essential wheel of the machinery and can accomplish all that God calls us to.”

“The soul of the slave, the soul of the "little man," is as dear to me as the soul of the great.”

“Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.”

“A single blow must destroy the enemy... without regard of losses... a gigantic all-destroying blow.”

“No matter your position or place in life, it is imperative to create opportunities for children so that we can grow up to blow you away.”

“For in the voyage of the heart, there is a freight of hatred, and the wind of wrath blows shrill.”

“My picture, Fifth Avenue, Winter is the result of a three hours' stand during a fierce snow-storm on February 22nd 1893, awaiting the proper moment. My patience was duly rewarded. Of course, the result contained an element of chance, as I might have stood there for hours without succeeding in getting the desired pictures.”

Source : Alfred Stieglitz, Richard Whelan, Sarah Greenough (2000). “Stieglitz on photography: his selected essays and notes”

“I would kiss you in the middle of the ocean during a lightning storm cuz I'd rather be left for dead than wondering what thunder sounds like.”

“We are all instruments pulling the bows across our own lungs. Windmills, still startling in every storm. Have you ever seen a newborn blinking at the light? I wanna do that every day. I wanna know what the kite called itself when it got away, when it escaped into the night...”