Quotes About Skill

You can be born with the talent to be an opera star, but you've got to work and practice it.

I was only operating at about 80% of my capacity.

I'm a good operator: good with food and good with math.

My opinion is I can get open against anybody.

The art is nothing without the gift. But the gift is nothing without work.

The one advantage of playing with fire, Lady Caroline, is that one never gets even singed. It is the people who don't know how to play with it who get burned up.

Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.

La ventaja de jugar con fuego, lady Caroline, es que no nos quemamos. Sólo se quema la gente que no sabe jugar con él.

As the painter looked at the gracious and comely form he had so skilfully mirrored in his art, a smile of pleasure passed across his face, and seemed about to linger there.

A book is either nicely written or it's badly written. That's it.

Should anyone here in Rome lack finesse at love-making, Let him Try me - read my book, and the results are guaranteed! Technique is the secret. Charioteer, sailor, oarsman, All need it. Technique can control Love himself.

The workmanship was better than the subject matter.

et ignotas animum dimittit in artes, naturamque nouat.

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Ars est celaree artem.

You might want to know that my dad taught me to shoot so that I could hunt with him, which I've been doin' since I was a kid. I can kill a pheasant in flight. I can kill a rabbit running for its burrow. I've even shot a squirrel scrambling up a great big ol' oak. So, I can damn sure hit your knee from a few feet away. Now, you and your boys need to back the fuck away from our truck, or I will happily give you tangible proof that I am indeed an excellent shot.

Other men puffed, snorted, and splashed. George passed through the ocean with the silent dignity of a torpedo. Other men swallowed water, here a mouthful, there a pint, anon, maybe, a quart or so, and returned to the shore like foundering derelicts. George's mouth had all the exclusiveness of a fashionable club. His breast stroke was a thing to see and wonder at. When he did the crawl, strong men gasped. When he swam on his back, you felt that that was the only possible method of progression.

He was an unpleasant youth, snub-nosed and spotty. Still, he could balance himself with one hand on an inverted ginger-ale bottle while revolving a barrel on the soles of his feet. There is good in all of us.

The more technique you have the less you have to worry about it. The more technique there is the less there is.

Learn the rule like a pro so you can break them like an artist.

True or false? Ars est celare artem (Art lies in concealing the art).

If any man love the instruments of any craft, the gods have called him.

If any man loves the instruments of any craft, the gods have called him.

Every athlete learns by theft and mimicry.