I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination.
It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative expression and knowledge.
Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.
All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good; And spite of pride, in erring reason’s spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
Perhaps it’s good for one to suffer. Can an artist do anything if he’s happy? Would he ever want to do anything? What is art, after all, but a protest against the horrible inclemency of life?
True art is characterized by an irresistible urge in the creative artist.
We participate in a tragedy; at a comedy we only look.
Ability is the art of getting credit for all the home runs somebody else hits.
I was not successful as a ball player, as it was a game of skill.
The art of love is largely the art of persistence.