Art (n.) never expresses anything but itself.
Art (n.) is individualism, a disturbing and disintegrating force: What it seeks is to disturb monotony of type, slavery of custom, tyranny of habit, and the reduction of man to the level of a machine.
Art (n.) is individualism, and individualism is a disturbing and disintegrating force.
Art (n.) is always at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.
Art (n.) should never try to be popular, rather, the public should try to make itself artistic.
Art (n.) is that which, alone, reveals us to ourselves.
Art's (n.) aim is motion for the sake of emotion, while life's aim is emotion for the sake of action.
Art's (n.) purpose is to reveal art and conceal the artist.
Art (n.) is imitated by life far more than it imitates life.
Art (n.) is life itself for some people. They have set themselves to music, their days are their sonnets.
Art (n.) finds her own perfection within, and not outside of, herself. She is not to be judged by any external standard of resemblance.
Art (n.) is good for us not because of what we learn from it, but because of what we become through it.
Art (n.) is alive in its ambiguity. The moment one thinks one understands a great work of art, it becomes dead for them.
Art's (n.) truth is in the unity of a thing with itself: The outward rendered expressive of the inward.
Art (n.) is always looking for the mode of existence in which soul and body are one and indivisible; in which the outward is expressive of the inward.
Art (n.) is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known.
Art (n.) is the only serious thing in the world. And the artist is the only person who is never serious.
Art (n.) is where there are moments when it attains almost to the dignity of manual labour.