We have learned to whittle the Eden Tree to the shape of a
surplice peg,
We have learned read more

We have learned to whittle the Eden Tree to the shape of a
surplice peg,
We have learned to bottle our parent twain in the yelk of an
addled egg.
We know that the tail must wag the dog, for the horse is drawn by
the cart,
But the devil never whoops, as he of old; It's clever, but is it
art?

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.

I knew that I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if read more

I knew that I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself.

The waking mind is the least serviceable in the arts.

The waking mind is the least serviceable in the arts.

Art is not a thing; it is a way.

Art is not a thing; it is a way.

I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.

I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.

It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors

It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors

All art is autobiographical. The pearl is the oyster's autobiography.

All art is autobiographical. The pearl is the oyster's autobiography.

In art the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can inspire

In art the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can inspire