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.

We must not subject him who creates to the desires of the multitude. It is, rather, his creation that must become the multitude's desire.

Art is the response to the demand for entertainment, for the stimulation of our senses and imagination, and truth enters into it only as it subserves these ends.

Art, like life, should be free, since both are experimental.

The man who would emancipate art from discipline and reason is trying to elude rationality, not merely in art, but in all existence.

The arts must study their occasions; they must stand modestly aside until they can slip in fitly into the interstices of life.

Every artist is in everything he creates, and indeed if the truth is told, every person is in his life, in his work, whatever his work may be, and this is visible in his face, figure, stance, movement, and totality.

Art is the right hand of nature. The latter only gave us being, but the former made us men.

The artist is the child of his time; but woe to him if he is also its disciple, or even its favorite.

Art almost always has its ingredient of impudence, its flouting of established authority, so that it may substitute its own authority and its own enlightenment.