His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand;
His manners were gentle, complying, and bland;
Still born to read more

His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand;
His manners were gentle, complying, and bland;
Still born to improve in every part,
His pencil out faces, his manners are heart.

Art is a lie which makes us realize the truth.

Art is a lie which makes us realize the truth.

Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are beating read more

Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave.

For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity or perception to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: read more

For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity or perception to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication

Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.

Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.

Love the art in yourself, not yourself in the art

Love the art in yourself, not yourself in the art

The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery.

The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery.

Art thou a friend to Roderick?

Art thou a friend to Roderick?

Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his read more

Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his providence. Art is the perfection
of nature. Were the world now as it was the sixth day, there
were yet a chaos. Nature hath made one world, and art another.
In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the art of
God.