Quotes About Art

He who lies artistically, treads closer to the truth than ever he knows.

Me ha parecido que la exhibición de las máscaras estaba destinada a una sola persona, mi suegra, no porque ella frecuente el teatro Noh o porque sea capaz de apreciar la calidad artística de las máscaras, sino por esa expresión de absoluta serenidad que tienen, esa especie de mirada dirigida hacia dentro. Creo que ella debe de ser una de las últimas mujeres japonesas que todavían viven así, dirigiendo hacia dentro sus energías más profundas.

Remember that to these worlds and these beings and these ages we are to be the messengers of the grace and wisdom and glory of God. In that view the future loses its sense of dread, and one looks on to the new opportunities for art, and music, and poetry, and above all perchance of preaching, that are coming to the ransomed ones when the discipline of time is merged into the fitness of eternity, with reverent and holy desire.

Lying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience if only one had a colored pencil long enough to draw on the ceiling.

Art consists of limitation. The most beautiful part of every picture is the frame.

Art, like morality, consists in drawing the line somewhere.

All slang is a metaphor, and all metaphor is poetry.

By a curious confusion, many modern critics have passed from the proposition that a masterpiece may be unpopular to the other proposition that unless it is unpopular it cannot be a masterpiece.

A mathematician, like a painter or poet, is a maker of patterns. If his patterns are more permanent than theirs, it is because they are made with ideas.

Real mathematics must be justified as art if it can be justified at all.

Real art is knowledge not talent.

Even bad books are books and therefore sacred.

la nature indifférente reprendra le (terrain que l'art lui disputait ; mais la soif de connaître restera éternelle, mobile de toute force et de toute activité !

I don't think we're living in great times for movies, to tell you the truth.

Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry. With both you are working with reality, a material just as hard as wood.

But there is, of course, no excuse. For it is not really his art but his life that he is talking about, and for one's life not living up to expectation there is no excuse, except for the paltry one that this is true of everybody's life.

B?nuiesc c? oamenii au nevoie de muzic? pentru c? au nevoie de memoria Paradisului ?i nu exist? un alt mod de a-l reintegra decât prin intermediul muzicii ?i al iubirii. Dac? este adev?rat c? am c?zut dintr-un absolut, atunci singurul mod în care îl putem recupera cu mijloacele noastre fizice, intuitive, este muzica, pentru c? muzica este singura dintre arte care poate realiza acest transport într-o form? direct? ?i rapid?.

Scrisul nu este un ?ip?t nemodulat,el cere vigoare,construc?ie,un pas înd?r?rt fa?? de propria-?i stare.Trebuie s? ie?i din propria-?i dram? pentru a o exprima-

But however measurable, there is much more life in music than mathematics or logic ever dreamed of.

You shall create beauty not to excite the senses but to give sustenance to the soul.

I write poetry because I can't disobey the impulse; it would be like blocking a spring that surges up in my throat. For a long time I've been the servant of the song that comes, that appears and can't be buried away. How to seal myself up now?…It no longer matters to me who receives what I submit. What I carry out is, in that respect, greater and deeper than I, I am merely the channel.

Bisogna fare la propria vita, come si fa un'opera d'arte. Bisogna che la vita d'un uomo d'intelletto sia opera di lui. La superiorità vera é tutta qui. Bisogna conservare ad ogni costo la libertà, fin nell'ebbrezza. La regola dell'uomo d'intelletto, eccola: - Habere, non haberi.

il verso è tutto e può tutto.

Count Andrea Sperelli-Fieschi of Ugenta, the sole heir, continued the family tradition. He was, in truth, the ideal type of young Italian gentleman of the nineteenth century, the legitimate defender of a lineage of gentlemen and elegant artists, the last descendant of an intellectual race. He was, as it were, completely impregnated with art.