Quotes About Dilettante

Close friends, or those in my pay, sometimes call me a literary polymath, while others say that I'm just a shallow dilettante, superficial and breezy, with a faux-naif style.

I am interested in study, reflection, philosophy - but always as a dilettante. I also consider myself a dilettante as a painter.

He had dawdled over his cigar because he was at heart a dilettante, and thinking over a pleasure to come often gave him a subtler satisfaction than its realisation.

He was at heart a dilettante, and thinking over a pleasure to come often gave him a subtler satisfaction than its realisation.

This dilettante notion that the global economy is evil because big corporate leaders make too much money... they do make too much money, but the only way we've figured out how to generate wealth in this world is through the market economy.

In everything I am an intense, rather coarse dilettante.

It is such an agreeable feeling to be busy with something one is only half-competent to do that nobody should criticize the dilettante for taking up an art he will never learn, or blame the artist who leaves the territory of his own art for the pleasure of trying himself in a neighbouring one.

what is art to the dilettante but the initiation of the sacred few to the exclusion of the profane crowd?...

I'm a dilettante. My governing word is 'curiosity.'

I always worry that I'm a dilettante: I know something about lots of things but don't have exhaustive knowledge of much.

I am regarded as a usurper, as an imposter and dilettante, because I do technically come from the wrong side of the tracks in musical terms.

People were a little leery when I was doing the press for my last album 'Rumble Doll,' yes. It's always that thing that this is a dilettante or a pet project.

Well, I am a dilettante. It's only in England that dilettantism is considered a bad thing. In other countries it's called interdisciplinary research.

think about lightly swirling the wine in my hand, as would anyone who considers herself a true wine connoisseur, or so I think, to let it breathe, to intensify its bouquet, its aroma. But I don't. This afternoon I don't want to be a connoisseur. I want to enjoy my wine with the charming naïveté of a dilettante,

She had also a taste for music. Nestling upon a pile of scores, she would listen most attentively and with every mark of satisfaction to the singers who came to perform at the critic's piano. But high notes made her nervous, and she never failed to close the singer's mouth with her paw if the lady sang the high A. We used to try the experiment for the fun of the thing, and it never failed once. It was quite impossible to fool my dilettante cat on that note.

In referring to the Führer's military acumen, he referred to him as a "dilettante" and quipped that Germany's defeat on the eastern front was due to too many Russians and one German too many.

A gulf was opening. Unless you were a professional, you were a mere dilettante or an "amateur." And what did this loaded word originally signify? "To love," derived from the French aimer. With the increasing specialization of knowledge and professionalization of everyday life, suddenly being delighted by something, or loving something, was seen as vaguely disreputable.

I was an artistic dilettante for a while, in photography and collage and the visual arts.

I never thought, "I'm going to be an artist". When I actually began to become successful in the art world I made it a point to say, 'I am a dilettante, I am not a professional artist", which is true.

It is inhumane, in my opinion, to force people who have a genuine medical need for coffee to wait in line behind people who apparently view it as some kind of recreational activity. I bet this kind of thing does not happen to heroin addicts. I bet that when serious heroin addicts go to purchase their heroin, they do not tolerate waiting in line while some dilettante in front of them orders a hazelnut smack-a-cino with cinnamon sprinkles.

Lately I've been tempted to leave my profession and do something else and that desire scares me. And what would you do? Anything. I don't know, write, read, maybe just study, take lessons, find out what I really want, who I really am. Maybe I'm a dilettante, is it that bad?

Ravna became a librarian. "The ultimate dilettante!" Lynne had teased.

Some folks called Dewar a dilettante; he did not consider it an appropriate term, indicating as it did a lack of seriousness, a trifling sort of interest.

I am well aware of what I expected, what I expect, of my daughter, and of the selfishness and pathos of that expectation. Much is demanded of the dilettante's offspring. She will do what I could not, and be a great scholar, if I have any say in the matter, and I have.