Arts Quotes - Page 2

The art of music is good, for the reason, among others, that it produces pleasure; but what proof is it possible to give that pleasure is good? If, then, it is asserted that there is a comprehensive formula, including all things which are in themselves good, and that whatever else is good, is not so as an end, but as a mean, the formula may be accepted or rejected, but is not a subject of what is commonly understood by proof.

A midst deceit I found the truth;there in the rough I found a diamond.And from the moment we met,I think of no one elseToday I choose to be, to live and breathe;to dream, to weep, and to sing in free verse.And you, the object of my delight:a like-minded opposite I am myself with,a mind-fuck times six, seven, eight thousand and three.I know that you love me with every inch of your deep.

Since art is considered a noble field, art should be used to promote all that is good and noble, and in a noble fashion.

In America, applause is won only by physical exertion.

There are 2 types of artist:those who create for others in mindthose who create for themselveseither way, none are truly independent.

Women have sat indoors all these millions of years, so that by this time the very walls are permeated by their creative force, which has, indeed, so overcharged the capacity of bricks and mortar that it must needs harness itself to pens and brushes and business and politics.

The world needs great inspires, who will encourage every living soul to reach their highest potential. You can be one.

The kingdom of God works in all spheres of culture, whether church, family, education, government, arts, business, or media. It is time to stop operating under the mindset that these spheres ought to be separated into secular and Christian, hoarding all the ‘sanctified spheres’ into the church, thereby leaving the world struggling in a vacuum of death. When we suck all the living water into the church, the world is left to die of thirst.

it's all a popularity contest, which unfortunately often has more to do with good looks rather than actual talent.

Support for the arts -- merde! A government-supported artist is an incompetent whore!

Fascinated by the great symbols of the collective history, I use them as an alphabet to communicate.

If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week.

Music fountains from purity, travels through serenity and dissolves with tranquility.

Music, uniquely among the arts, is both completely abstract and profoundly emotional. It has no power to represent anything particular or external, but it has a unique power to express inner states or feelings. Music can pierce the heart directly; it needs no mediation.

There is a Revolution, it’s a human and technological revolution

It's quite simple. I just don't feel right without a pen in my hand denting a hole through my notepad.

All religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree. All these aspirations are directed toward ennobling man's life, lifting it from the sphere of mere physical existence and leading the individual towards fre

The canvas is the door to another dimension. The paintbrush is the key.

You can’t enjoy art or books in a hurry.

We are all born as storytellers. Our inner voice tells the first story we ever hear.

I don’t want to re-write the same old book with the same tired techniques. I’d rather bring something new to the table that’s true to me and that people will have a genuine reaction to. That’s the whole point, isn’t it?

The beauty of art is that it comes from the heart.

Creativity is the most supreme form of love. When it flows from any heart flooded by truth and light, it can change all those who encounter its seductive vibrations.

The Magician makes the visible, invisible.The Scientist makes the invisible, visible.The Artist stands in between, indivisible.

Every piece of art is a mirror and serves the function of reflectivity to expose to you and reveal to you more of who you are.

Dancing, at its best, is independence and intimacy in balance.

London, December 1915. In the master bedroom (never was the estate agent's epithet more appropriate) of Flat 21, Carlyle Mansions, Cheyne Walk, Chelsea, the distinguished author is dying - slowly, but surely. In Flanders, less than two hundred miles away, other men are dying more quickly, more painfully, more pitifully - young men, mostly, with their lives still before them, blank pages that will never be filled. The author is seventy-two. He has had an interesting and varied life, written many books, travelled widely, enjoyed the arts, moved in society (one winter he dined out 107 times), and owns a charming old house in Rye as well as the lease of this spacious London flat with its fine view of the Thames. He has had deeply rewarding friendships with both men and women. If he has never experienced sexual intercourse, that was by his own choice, unlike the many young men in Flanders who died virgins either for lack of opportunity or because they hoped to marry and were keeping themselves chaste on principle.

Note to myself - It is time for me to start taking my guitar lessons. One of my neighbor's singing and guitar strumming skills are so cool that I can't stop marveling at the music wafting around here.