Thanks to art, instead of seeing one world, our own, we see it multiplied and as many original artists as there are, so many worlds are at our disposal.

Art is never didactic, does not take kindly to facts, is helpless to grapple with theories, and is killed outright by a sermon.

Most events are inexpressible, taking place in a realm which no word has ever entered, and more inexpressible than all else are works of art, mysterious existences, the life of which, while ours passes away, endures.

Art is a by-product of an honest and successful attempt to do something well.

An artist doesn't necessarily have deeper feelings than other people, but he can express these feelings. He is like everyone else-only more so! He speaks with a Formal Sigh.

Artists-by definition innocent-don't steal. But they do borrow without giving back.

An artist should be well read in the best books, and thoroughly high bred, both in heart and bearing. In a word, he should be fit for the best society, and should keef out of it.

Fine art is that in which the hand, the head, and the heart of man go together.

Great art is precisely that which never was, nor will be taught, it is preeminently and finally the expression of the spirits of great men.

To follow art for the sake of being a great man, and therefore to cast about continually for some means of achieving position or attracting admiration, is the surest way of ending in total extinction.