I don't have the attention span to practice sleight of hand.
Everything is sold to skill and labor; and where nature furnishes the materials, they are still rude and unfinished, till industry, ever active and intelligent, refines them from their brute state, and fits them for human use and convenience.
It is by developing the individual that he is prepared for that wonderful manifestation of the human intelligence, which drawing constitutes. The ability to see reality in form, in color, in proportion, to be master of the movements of one's own hand - that is what is necessary.
I think with my right hand.
There are some careers where hands-on experience means so much more than the book work of it.
Anything over-handed, I do left-handed. Like throwing a ball or serving in tennis. Otherwise, right-handed, like writing and shaving.
He does it with his hands, by experience, first in play and then through work. The hands are the instruments of man's intelligence.
I have always regarded manual labour as creative and looked with respect-and, yes, wonder-at people who work with their hands. It seems to me that their creativity is no less than that of a violinist or painter.
These fingers of mine got brains in 'em.
Not only is he ambidextrous, but he can throw with either hand.
Human beings thought with their hands. It was their hands that were the answer of curiosity, that felt and pinched and turned and lifted and hefted. There were animals that had brains of respectable size, but they had no hands and that made all the difference.
Actually, I think my hands are in the best shape they've ever been in terms of what I can do.
I'm more careful about my hands than about what I eat and most anything else, because my hands have been my living. My hands have been able to help me learn. My hands have taken me around the world. So I'm very proud of my hands.
Let me not forget the use of my own hands, that of a craftsman with eyes... that reflect the technology around me.
Have we not the brains to think? Hands to work? Hearts to feel? And lives to live?
It is not I that am drawing, it is this thing at the end of my hand.
Judging by informal observation, most young Americans burn up their spare time buffing their emotional IQ and self-esteem with social media and non-stop texting. That's great for eye-thumb coordination, but what about the satisfaction of actually making something?
I can't tie my shoes. So many people have tried to teach me, but it's one of those things where I physically can't learn. I don't know why.
I hate to paint portraits! I hope never to paint another portrait in my life. Portraiture may be all right for a man in his youth, but after forty I believe that manual dexterity deserts one, and, besides, the color-sense is less acute. Youth can better stand the exactions of a personal kind that are inseparable from portraiture. I have had enough of it.
My fingers always seem busier than my mind.
The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
Robots are very tricky to design and expensive, whereas humans are cheaply manufactured. Humans can handle things with greater manual dexterity than most robots I've known.
Knowing how to do things not just with the head, but with the hands as well: this might seem a programmatic and ideological goal. It is not. It is a way of safeguarding creative freedom.
I am really not a speedcuber. My best time when I was practicing was about a minute. Usually people say if you can create a piano, you must be a good piano player, but it is not true. They are different type of human activities and need different capabilities.
We think work with the brain is more worthy than work with the hands. Nobody who thinks with his hands could ever fall for this.
