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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.
Art is the symbol of the two noblest human efforts: to construct and to refrain from destruction.
Art is the symbol of the two noblest human efforts: to construct and to refrain from destruction.
Bad artists always admire each others work.
Bad artists always admire each others work.
Painters and poets have equal license in regard to everything.
[Lat., Pictoribus atque poetis
Quidlibet audendi semper read more
Painters and poets have equal license in regard to everything.
[Lat., Pictoribus atque poetis
Quidlibet audendi semper fuit aequa potestas.]
Piety in art--poetry in art--Puseyism in art--let us be careful
how we confound them.
Piety in art--poetry in art--Puseyism in art--let us be careful
how we confound them.
The perfection of an art consists in the employment of a
comprehensive system of laws, commensurate to every purpose read more
The perfection of an art consists in the employment of a
comprehensive system of laws, commensurate to every purpose
within its scope, but concealed from the eye of the spectator;
and in the production of effects that seem to flow forth
spontaneously, as though uncontrolled by their influence, and
which are equally excellent, whether regarded individually, or in
reference to the proposed result.
To a true artist only that face is beautiful which, quite apart from its exterior, shines with the truth within read more
To a true artist only that face is beautiful which, quite apart from its exterior, shines with the truth within the soul
If you could say it in words there would be no reason to paint.
If you could say it in words there would be no reason to paint.
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.
