art

Poetry is the art of using language to transcend language.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

An  artist cannot speak about his art more than a plant can discuss horticulture.

I hope the leaving is joyful, and I hope never to return

     "There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst."

I have this terribly archaic notion that art should be about beauty... and passion... and, well, redefining an imperfect world in a perfect way.

For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication.

If the religious experience were simply some naive impression of the uninformed it would not have resulted in such intellectual insight, such spiritual exaltation, such spectacular religious ritual, or in the immense volume of song and poetry and literature and dance that humans have produced.

Art is not a reflection of reality, it is the reality of a reflection.

Every really able man, in whatever direction he works - a man of large affairs, an inventor, a statesman, an orator, a poet, a painter - if you talk sincerely with him, considers his work, however much admired, as far short of what it should be. What is this Better, this flying Ideal, but the perpetual promise of his Creator?