Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known.

Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known.

Art is essentially the affirmation, the blessing, and the deification of existence

Art is essentially the affirmation, the blessing, and the deification of existence

Love of beauty is Taste. The creation of beauty is Art.

Love of beauty is Taste. The creation of beauty is Art.

The temple of art is built of words. Painting and sculpture and
music are but the blazon of its read more

The temple of art is built of words. Painting and sculpture and
music are but the blazon of its windows, borrowing all their
significance from the light, and suggestive only of the temple's
uses.
- Josiah Gilbert Holland (used pseudonym Timothy Titcomb),

Every picture shows a spot with which the artist has fallen in love.

Every picture shows a spot with which the artist has fallen in love.

I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is read more

I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.

It is through Art and through Art only that we can realize our perfection; through Art and Art only that read more

It is through Art and through Art only that we can realize our perfection; through Art and Art only that we can shield ourselves from the sordid perils of actual existence

High art alone is eternal and the bust outlives the city.
[Fr., L'Art supreme
Seule a l'eternite
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High art alone is eternal and the bust outlives the city.
[Fr., L'Art supreme
Seule a l'eternite
Et le buste
Survit la cite.]

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?