Quotes
Quotes about Art
What garlic is to salad, insanity is to art.
To "leave a sting within a brother's heart.".
The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.
There are, to whom my satire seems too bold; Scarce to wise Peter complaisant enough, And something said of Chartres much too rough.
Give me, indulgent gods! with mind serene, And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene; No splendid poverty, no smiling care, No well-bred hate, or servile grandeur, there.
Assail'd by scandal and the tongue of strife, His only answer was a blameless life; And he that forged, and he that threw the dart, Had each a brother's interest in his heart.
Philosophy is true mother of the arts. (Science) [Lat., Philosophia vero omnium mater artium.]
If I could remember the names of all these particles I'd be a botanist.
Science and art belong to the whole world, and before them vanish the barriers of nationality. [Ger., Wissenschaft und Kunst gehoren der Welt an, und vor ihhen verschwinden die Schranken der Nationalitat.]
If politics is the art of the possible, research is surely the art of the soluble. Both are immensely practical-minded affairs.
One science only will one genius fit, So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
Art is I; Science is we.
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.
Art is meant to upset people, science reassures them.
The system of nature, of which man is a part, tends to be self-balancing, self-adjusting, self-cleansing. Not so with technology.
After a certain high level of technical skill is achieved, science and art tend to coalesce in esthetics, plasticity, and form. The greatest scientists are always artists as well.
Only a few industrious Scots perhaps, who indeed are dispersed over the face of the whole earth. But as for them, there are no greater friends to Englishmen and England, when they are out on't, in the world, than they are. And for my own part, I would a hundred thousand of them were there [Virginia] for we are all one countrymen now, ye know, and we should find ten times more comfort of them there than we do here.
Out from the heart of nature rolled The burdens of the Bible old.
In sculpture did ever anybody call the Apollo a fancy piece? Or say of the Laocoon how it might be made difference? A masterpiece of art has in the mind a fixed place in the chain of being, as much as a plant or a crystal.
Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature, That fashions all her works in high relief, And that is Sculpture. This vast ball, the Earth, Was moulded out of clay, and baked in fire; Men, women, and all animals that breathe Are statues, and not paintings.
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sunthaw; whether the eve-drops fall, Heard only in the trances of the blast, Of if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet moon.
A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire; but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.
Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!'
He who gives up the smallest part of a secret has the rest no longer in his power. [Ger., Wer den kleinsten Theil eines Geheimnisses hingibt, hat den andern nicht mehr in der Gewalt.]
But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.
