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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),
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.
Art [of healing] is long, but life is fleeting.
[Lat., Art longa, vita brevis est.]
Art [of healing] is long, but life is fleeting.
[Lat., Art longa, vita brevis est.]
All the arts which belong to polished life have some common tie,
and are connect as it were by read more
All the arts which belong to polished life have some common tie,
and are connect as it were by some relationship.
[Lat., Etenim omnes artes, quae ad humanitatem pertinent, habent
quoddam commune vinculum, et quasi cognatione quadam inter se
continentur.]
Art my slats! I can paint with a shoestring dipped in lard!
Art my slats! I can paint with a shoestring dipped in lard!
Treat a work of art like a prince. Let it speak to you first.
Treat a work of art like a prince. Let it speak to you first.
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 running away without ever leaving home.
Art is running away without ever leaving home.
No work of art is worth the bones of a Pomeranian Grenadier.
No work of art is worth the bones of a Pomeranian Grenadier.
