Quotes, Quotations and Sayings

There is no philosophy without the art of ignoring objections.

Rhetoric is the art of ruling the minds of men.

The notion that the public accepts or rejects anything in modern art is merely romantic fiction. The game is completed and the trophies distributed long before the public knows what has happened.

Art has an enemy called ignorance.

The Artist is he who detects and applies the law from observation of the works of Genius, whether of man or Nature. The Artisan is he who merely applies the rules which others have detected.

Men are not suffering from the lack of good literature, good art, good theatre, good music, but from that which has made it impossible for these to become manifest. In short, they are suffering from the silent shameful conspiracy (the more shameful since it is unacknowledged) which has bound them together as enemies of art and artists.

The person who knows one thing and does it better than anyone else, even if it only be the art of raising lentils, receives the crown he merits. If he raises all his energy to that end, he is a benefactor of mankind and its rewarded as such.

Literary criticism can be no more than a reasoned account of the feeling produced upon the critic by the book he is criticizing. Criticism can never be a science: it is, in the first place, much too personal, and in the second, it is concerned with values that science ignores. The touchstone is emotion, not reason. We judge a work of art by its effect on our sincere and vital emotion, and nothing else. All the critical twiddle-twaddle about style and form, all this pseudoscientific classifying and analyzing of books in an imitation-botanical fashion, is mere impertinence and mostly dull jargon.

The proper artistic response to digital technology is to embrace it as a new window on everything that's eternally human, and to use it with passion, wisdom, fearlessness and joy.

O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray, To come to me: of cureless ills thou art The one physician. Pain lays not its touch Upon a corpse.

I (heart) heavy artillery.

Nothing is more sad than the death of an illusion.

What garlic is to salad, insanity is to art.

A man must learn to forgive himself.

Art for art's sake is a philosophy of the well-fed.

Jealousy is the art of injuring ourselves more than others.

The object of art is to give life a shape. [Midsummer Nights Dream]

I never forgive, but I always forget.

To live alone is the fate of all great souls.

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars.

Sticks and stones are hard on bones aimed with angry art. Words can sting like anything but silence breaks the heart.

Motivation is the art of getting people to do what you want them to do because they want to do it.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt,It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

I am one of those unhappy persons who inspire bores to the greatest flights of art.

O, had I but followed the arts!

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

Sadistic excess attempts to reach roughly and by harshness what art reaches by fineness.

All men practice the actor's art.

If one man says to thee, ''Thou art a donkey,'' pay no heed. If two speak thus, purchase a saddle.

The art of the critic in a nutshell: to coin slogans without betraying ideas. The slogans of an inadequate criticism peddle ideas to fashion.

When lovely woman stoops to folly, and finds too late that men betray, what charm can soothe her melancholy, what art can wash her guilt away?

The sad thing about artificial intelligence is that it lacks artifice and therefore intelligence.

Thou art the Mars of malcontents.

Life is an obscure hobo, bumming a ride on the omnibus of art. [deep philosophy]

Art made tongue-tied by authority.

The art of writing is the art of applying the seat of the pants to the seat of the chair.

They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, that all of thee we loved and cherished has with thy summer roses perished; and left, as its young beauty fled, an ashen memory in its stead.

As the arteries grow hard, the heart grows soft.

Art is a jealous mistress; and if a man have a genius for painting, poetry, music, architecture or philosophy, he makes a bad husband and an ill provider.

Art never comes from happiness.

Life too near paralyses art.

So many gods, so many creeds, So many paths that wind and wind, While just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.

DIPLOMACY, n. The patriotic art of lying for one's country.

Without tradition, art is a flock of sheep without a shepherd. Without innovation, it is a corpse.

There is here no measuring with time, no year matters, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force it's sap and stands confident in the storms of Spring without the fear that after them may come no Summer. It does come. I learn it daily, learn it with pain to which I am grateful?

It is a sad fact about our culture that a poet can earn much more money writing or talking about his art than he can by practicing it.

Space-ships and time machines are no escape from the human condition. Let Othello subject Desdemona to a lie-detector test; his jealousy will still blind him to the evidence. Let Oedipus triumph over gravity; he won't triumph over his fate.

Thou art all ice. Thy kindness freezes.

The artist must train not only his eye but also his soul.