Quotes About Art

Where does beauty begin? Where does it end? Where it ends is where the artist begins.

A elegantly executed proof is a poem in all but the form in which it is written.

The art establishment has turned away from the old curriculum which puts beauty and craft at the top of the agenda.

From a distance it might look straight, but when you get close up, you can always see the line waver. And I think that's where the beauty is.

I've been trying to find a way for the terror and the beauty to live together in one song. I know it's possible.

Beauty without expression is boring.

But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins.

Color exists in itself, possessing its own beauty.

Shouldn't it give us pause that the oldest works of art are as impressive today in their beauty and spontaneity as they were many thousands of years ago?

We are the measure of all things. And the beauty of our creation, of our art is proportional to the beauty of ourselves of our souls.

Beauty will be convulsive or will not be at all.

I wanted to make a horror film about beauty.

Even though Prince wasn't rapping and it was a whole different era, it shows how artists expressed themselves without saying too much, and that was the real beauty of the art.

And yet--it is not beauty that inspires the deepest passion. Beauty without grace is the hook without the bait. Beauty, without expression, tires.

My hand will always be imperfect because it's human… I think that's where the beauty is.

Beauty would save the world.

Beauty like hers is genius.

Once in a lifetime a really beautiful song comes along ... Until it does, I'd like to do this one.

The arts teach and moralise by their beauty alone, not by translating a philosophical or social formula. For the truly artistic person, painting has itself as it's purpose, which is quite enough.

Remember always that the composer's pen is still mightier than the bow of the violinist; in you lie all the possibilities of the creation of beauty.

What matters poverty? What matters anything to him who is enamoured of our art? Does he not carry in himself every joy and every beauty?

The playful search for beauty.

Beautiful works do not intoxicate, but they enchant.

The goddess of beauty is the goddess Kitsch.