Art (n.) is a kind of daydreaming, a form of wishful thinking which compensates for some lack in the dreamer's waking life.
Art (n.) is a special exercise of the mechanisms of repression and neurosis: Art is public dreaming.
Art (n.) is the nonobsessional, non-neurotic form of substitute satisfaction: The charm of esthetic creation does not stem from the return of the repressed.
Art (n.) offers illusions set against reality, yet psychically effective, thanks to the role phantasy has assumed in mental life.
Art (n.) is a mild narcosis — a brief withdrawal from need, not strong enough to make us forget real misery.
Art (n.) is substitutive satisfaction for the oldest renunciations, and so reconciles a man, as nothing else does, to what he has sacrificed for civilization.
Art (n.) is the one field of civilization where the omnipotence of thoughts survives: a man consumed by desires does something like their fulfilment, and his play moves us as though it were real.
Art (n.) did not begin as art for art's sake; it served impulses now mostly extinct — among them, many magical purposes.
Art (n.) is almost always harmless and beneficent, since it does not try to be anything but an illusion.
Art (n.) is the path that leads back from fantasy to reality.
Art (n.) keeps two secrets analysis cannot open: the nature of the gift, and the technique.
Art (n.) grips us through the artist's intention — not understood but re-awakened in us as the same mental constellation that drove him to create.
Art (n.) at its most economical does not let its hero express all his secret motives: it makes us supply them, which diverts our critical intelligence and keeps us identified with him.