Quotes About Art

So when the faithful pencil has design'd Some bright idea of the master's mind, Where a new world leaps out at his command, And ready Nature waits upon his hand; When the ripe colours soften and unite, And sweetly melt into just shade and light; When mellowing years their full perfection give, And each bold figure just begins to live, The treacherous colours the fair art betray, And all the bright creation fades away!

Most critics, fond of subservient art still make the whole depend upon a part. They talk of principles, but notions prize And all to one loved folly sacrifice.

All nature is but art unknown to thee; All chance direction, which thou canst not see; All discord harmony not understood; All partial evil universal good; And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, 'Whatever is, is right.

To me what Nature has in charms denied, Is well by Wit's more lasting flames supplied.

All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good: And, spite of pride in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, whatever is, is right. ARGUMENT

Where beams of warm imagination play, The memory's soft figures melt away. One science only will one genius fit; So vast is art, so narrow human wit:

All nature is but art, unknown to thee.

To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.

All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good.

Are you kidding me? The woman leaves priceless Ming vases and Picassos lying about like they came off a sale rack at some discount store and she fills a hidden safe with musty old books?

Ten million blank journals are sold annually in stationery stores alone.

Bir ressam için en ideal olan?, Pantheon'un *oculus'ü gibidir. Yüksekten gelen ???k modelin yüzüne, hatta o anlams?z çirkin yüze bile, tatl? bir hava, sanatç?n?n istedi?i biçimde i?leyece?i bir tür güzellik katacakt?r... *oculus: (Latince) Mercek, cam.

Ama Kardinal Hazretleri, izin verirseniz söyleyeyim. Biz, öteki ressamlar ellerimizle konu?uruz... - Olmad?, diyerek araya girdi yeniden Arezzo Piskoposu, kafayla konu?uyorsunuz... Alg? yoksa, dü?ünce de yoktur, görüntü de yok. Hatta ayn? ?ekilde, ?iir, konu?an resimdir... Resimse, Senyör Orazio, sessiz ?iirdir.

The 'art of tea' is a spiritual force for us to share.

Every day look at a beautiful picture, read a beautiful poem, listen to some beautiful music, and if possible, say some reasonable thing. GOETHE

One thing more, Leon. You say that life is meaningless, but I believe it's life that's sacred. I talk about art and sex because they're the most intense life experiences I know, so I feel they must be sacred too. They let us experience the values we've chosen for our lives in one exquisite not of pleasure exactly but of oneness with all of existence and with our own personal relationship to it. Art says: "This is Life." Sex says: "This is Living.

2009: e-mails obtained via the Freedom of Information Act revealed that White House Associate Director of Public Engagement was arranging an NEA-hosted telephone conference with tax-supported artists to encourage the creation of propaganda art to generate public support for President Obama's political agendas.

As comestibles nourish our bodies and ideas nourish our minds, so art nourishes our souls.

One thing more, Leon. You say that life is meaningless, but I believe it's life that's sacred. I talk about art and sex because they're the most intense life experiences I know, so I feel they must be sacred too. They let us experience the values we've chosen for our lives in one exquisite moment not of pleasure exactly but of oneness with all of existence and with our own personal relationship to it. Art says: "This is Life." Sex says: "This is Living.

History is but the nail on which the picture hangs.

Jealousy is the art of injuring ourselves more than others.

I have always had more dread of a pen, a bottle of ink, and a sheet of paper than of a sword or pistol.

I guess music, particularly the blues, is the only form of schizophrenia that has organised itself into being both legal and beneficial to society.