Literature, although it stands apart by reason of the great destiny and general use of its medium in the affairs of men, is yet an art like other arts. Of these we may distinguish two...

I am so glad that you have never done anything, never carved a statue, or painted a picture, or produced anything outside of yourself! Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music....

He expected pages and pages of bright pictures of pancakes of every variety shown in plain stacks, or built into castles or bridges or igloos, or shaped like airplanes or rowboats or fire engines. And...

We must do our work for its own sake, not for fortune or attention or applause.

Finesse and refinement are admirable qualities, but they are not the artist’s ultimate goals; and, indeed, they can stand in the way of those goals.

[…] Everyone tries to make his life a work of art. We want love to last and we know that it does not last; even if, by some miracle, it were to last a whole...

Anyone can put paint on a canvas, but only a true master can bring the painting to life. Anyone can kill, but only a genius can make murder an art.

I have always thought that great artists were those who dared to confer the right of beauty on things so natural that people say on seeing them, “Why did I never realize before that that...

Some say art is our highest form of hope. . . . Perhaps it’s our only hope.

It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative expression and knowledge.

Using your talent, hobby or profession in a way that makes you contribute with something good to this world is truly the way to go.

ART, n. This word has no definition. Its origin is related as follows by the ingenious Father Gassalasca Jape, S.J.One day a wag –what would the wretch be at? — Shifted a letter of the...

…the law of empathy, by which he could, by his will, transfer himself into an object or a work of art, and thus inflence the outer world. He did not feel redeemed by the work...

…art must must carry man’s craving for the ideal, must be an expression of his reaching out towards it; that art must give man hope and faith. And the more hopeless the world in the...

We need our Arts to teach us how to breathe

Look deeply at yourself, and see in yourself the divine architect’s incomprehensible art!

Any man who bears the ability of a polymath shall not be interfered by specialty, he needs discipline to manage his behaviors and nurture his creativity.

Keating stood still, because he understood for the first time what it was that artists spoke about when they spoke of beauty.

To contradict, even in little matters, is the supreme necessity of art today.

A great piece of music make people to close their eyes but a great magic effect make their eyes wide open.

It’s neither and it’s both. That’s the perfect kind of art. Labels only detract from the artist’s intention.

The Fine Arts are five in number: Painting, Music, Poetry, Sculpture, and Architecture–whereof the principle branch is Confectionery.

Art is a harmony parallel with nature

Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private.

Life itself is an art form.

People say graffiti is ugly, irresponsible and childish… but that’s only if it’s done properly.

…the pride taken by the Italians in their gifted women is among the most important facts in the history of their Renaissance.

do his thing” before. Every poet worth reading has, but those really worth reading have understood that to do your thing you have to learn first what your thing is and second how to go...

It is only in his work that an artist can find reality and satisfaction, for the actual world is less intense than the world of his invention and consequently his life, without recourse to violent...

Writing, painting, singing–it cannot stop everything. Cannot halt death in its tracks. But perhaps it can make the pause between death’s footsteps sound and look and feel beautiful, can make the space of waiting a...

When you do not know what you are doing and what you are doing is the best — that is inspiration.

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything...

It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done.

But I feel vanity is a part of art and the non-vain are really non-artistic.

Fortunately for me, I know well enough what I want, and am basically utterly indifferent to the criticism that I work to hurriedly. In answer to that, I have done some things even more hurriedly...

Art didn’t have to provide answers. It only had to ask questions.

If you bring creative professors together with dedicated students in a state-of-the-art facility, the possibilities are infinite,

For the artisan, craft is an end in itself. For you, the artist, craft is the vehicle for expressing your vision. Craft is the visible edge of art.

Only art can make the future love you, and that is what art is about: attraction at a distance, seduction from the past, inveiglement from beyond the grave. Art is a plea to love me...

Art is in the eye of the beholder, and everyone will have their own interpretation.

If we, citizens, do not support our artists, then we sacrifice our imagination on the altar of crude reality and we end up believing in nothing and having worthless dreams.

It’s a finger snapping kind of day.

The more I indulge in art, the more I become lost for words, because each stroke is my confession and each shade is my emotion. I live for this.

Man screams from the depths of his soul; the whole era becomes a single, piercing shriek. Art also screams, into the deep darkness, screams for help, screams for the spirit. This is Expressionism.

The practice of medicine is an art, not a trade; a calling, not a business; a calling in which your heart will be exercised equally with your head. Often the best part of your work...

Bleed me of art, and there won’t be enough liquid left in me to spit! [Michelangelo Buonorotti]

I saw myself as reviving a certain mode of life, a mode that had been almost lost: the contemplative life of the country gentleman, in harmony with his status and history. In Renaissance times they...

Be aware of wonder. Live a balanced life – learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.

Every creator painfully experiences the chasm between his inner vision and its ultimate expression. The chasm is never completely bridged. We all have the conviction, perhaps illusory, that we have much more to say than...

She thought of all the people in all the paintings she had seen that day, not just Father’s, in all the paintings of the world, in fact. Their eyes, the particular turn of a head,...