The creation of a work of art, like an act of love, is our one small "yes" at the center of a vast "no."

The good artist, like the wise man, addresses himself to life and invests with his private vision the deeds and thoughts of men.

To open up the new, to look back on the old may bring forth like discoveries in the practice of art.

Fertilisation of the soul is the reason for the necessity of art.

If art is to have a special train, the critic must keep some seats reserved on it.

It is through Art, and through Art only, that we can realize our perfection; and through Art, and Art only, that we can shield ourselves from the sordid perils of actual existence.

The final revelation is that Lying, the telling of beautiful untrue things, is the proper aim of Art.

All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.

Good artists exist simply in what they make, and consequently are perfectly uninteresting in what they are.

To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim.