Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term art, I should call it “the reproduction of what the senses perceive in nature through the veil of the soul.” The mere imitation, however accurate, of what is in nature, entitles no man to the sacred name of “artist.”
—Edgar Allan Poe, 1849Quotes
Nowadays three witty turns of phrase and a lie make a writer.
—G.C. Lichtenberg, c. 1780Art transcends its limitations only by staying within them.
—Flannery O’Connor, 1964Art is making something out of nothing and selling it.
—Frank Zappa, c. 1975The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.
—Aristotle, c. 350 BCIf it were not for the intellectual snobs who pay in solid cash—the tribute which philistinism owes to culture, the arts would perish with their starving practitioners. Let us thank heaven for hypocrisy.
—Aldous Huxley, 1926I never know quite when I’m not writing. Sometimes my wife comes up to me at a party and says, Dammit, Thurber, stop writing. She usually catches me in the middle of a paragraph. Or my daughter will look up from the dinner table and ask, Is he sick? No, my wife says, he’s writing something.
—James Thurber, 1955Art, like morality, consists of drawing the line somewhere.
—G.K. Chesterton, 1928If a king loves music, there is little wrong in the land.
—Mencius, c. 330 BCA frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.
—Charles Baudelaire, 1852Art is our chief means of breaking bread with the dead.
—W.H. Auden, c. 1940Write while the heat is in you. The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron which has cooled to burn a hole with. He cannot inflame the minds of his audience.
—Henry David Thoreau, 1852To be a poet is to have a soul so quick to discern that no shade of quality escapes it, and so quick to feel that discernment is but a hand playing with finely ordered variety on the chords of emotion—a soul in which knowledge passes instantaneously into feeling, and feeling flashes back as a new organ of knowledge. One may have that condition by fits only.
—George Eliot, c. 1872