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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.
Art is not a thing; it is a way.
Art is not a thing; it is a way.
Love isn't an emotion or an instinct--it's an art.
Love isn't an emotion or an instinct--it's an art.
Art always has something of the unconscious about it.
Art always has something of the unconscious about it.
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
Art is the window to man's soul. Without it, he would never be able to see beyond his immediate world; read more
Art is the window to man's soul. Without it, he would never be able to see beyond his immediate world; nor could the world see the man within.
A product of the untalented, sold by the unprincipled to the
utterly bewildered.
A product of the untalented, sold by the unprincipled to the
utterly bewildered.
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.
Art is running away without ever leaving home.
Art is running away without ever leaving home.
