All art is a revolt against man’s fate.

The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.

If 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.

Modesty is a virtue not often found among poets, for almost every one of them thinks himself the greatest in the world.

Art imitates nature as well as it can, as a pupil follows his master; thus it is a sort of grandchild of God.

We possess art lest we perish of the truth.

I always thought of photography as a naughty thing to do—that was one of my favorite things about it—and when I first did it, I felt perverse.

A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.

Nowadays three witty turns of phrase and a lie make a writer.

I hate the whole race. There is no believing a word they say—your professional poets, I mean—there never existed a more worthless set than Byron and his friends for example.

Write 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.

Art, like morality, consists of drawing the line somewhere.

Art transcends its limitations only by staying within them.