Art

Success has always been the greatest liar - and the "work" itself is a success; the great statesman, the conqueror, the discoverer is disguised by his creations, often beyond recognition; the "work," whether of the artist or the philosopher, invents the man who has created it, who is supposed to have create it; "great men," as they are venerated, are subsequent pieces of wretched minor fiction

I would believe only in a God that knows how to dance.

Dancing in all its forms cannot be excluded from the curriculum of all noble education; dancing with the feet, with ideas, with words, and, need I add that one must also be able to dance with the pen?

Art is the proper task of life.

Love isn’t an emotion or an instinct–it’s an art.

I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.

I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.

One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture and, if possible, speak a few reasonable words.

Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.

When love and skill work together, expect a masterpiece.

I created nothing; I invented nothing; I imagined nothing; I perverted nothing; I simply discovered drama in real life.

What art offers is space—a certain breathing room for the spirit.

Perfectionism is the enemy of creation, as extreme self-solicitude is the enemy of well-being.

Those move easiest who have learned to dance.

There is no abstract art. You must always start with something. Afterward you can remove all traces of reality.

God respects me when I work, but he loves me when I sing.

Art extends each man’s short time on earth by carrying from man to man the whole complexity of other men’s lifelong experience, with all its burdens, colors and flavor.

No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist.

There are three arts which are concerned with all things. One which uses, another which makes, and a third which imitates them.

The plan grows under the author's hand; new thoughts occur to him in the act of writing; he has not worked out the argument to the end before he begins.

If a painter, then, paints a picture of an ideally beautiful man, complete to the last detail, is he any the worse painter because he cannot show that such a man could really exist?

Artist or sage or ruler errs at the time when he is what his name implies.

I love power. But it is as an artist that I love it. I love it as a musician loves his violin, to draw out its sounds and chords and harmonies.