Quotes
Quotes about Art
Of every noble work the silent part is best,
Of all expression that which can not be expressed.
He is the greatest artist who has embodied, in the sum of his works, the greatest number of the greatest ideas.
He who has truth at his heart need never fear the want of persuasion on his tongue.
A little group of wise hearts is better than a wilderness of fools.
Fine art is that in which the hand, the head and the heart go together.
Engraving is, in brief terms, the Art of Scratch.
But two are walking apart forever
And wave their hands for a mute farewell.
Man dwells apart, though not alone,
He walks among his peers unread;
The best of thoughts which he hath known
For lack of listeners are not said.
? John Bartlett, comp"Give," said the little stream,
"Give, oh give, give, oh give,"
As it hurried down the hill.
"I am small, I know, but wherever I go
The fields grow greener still."
For everything created
In the bounds of earth and sky
Has such longing to be mated,
It must couple or must die.
Others abide our question. Thou art free.
We ask and ask. Thou smilest and art still,
Out-topping knowledge.
The same heart beats in every human breast.
To thee only God granted
A heart ever new:
To all always open;
To all always true.
Radiant with ardour divine!
Beacons of Hope ye appear!
Languor is not in your heart,
Weakness is not in your word,
Weariness not on your brow.
With women the heart argues, not the mind.
He serves his party best who serves the country best.
The sunshine dreaming upon Salmon's height
Is not so sweet and white
As the most heretofore sin-spotted Soul
That darts to its delight
Straight from the absolution of a faithful fight.
Hans Breitmann gife a barty--
Where ish dat barty now?
Little deeds of kindness, little words of love,
Help to make earth happy like the heaven above.
They sang of love, and not of fame;
Forgot was Britain's glory;
Each heart recalled a different name,
But all sang Annie Lawrie.
Veracity is the heart of morality.
Time's corrosive dewdrop eats
The giant warrior to a crust
Of earth in earth and rust in rust.
We have two lives about us,
Two worlds in which we dwell,
Within us and without us,
Alternate Heaven and Hell:--
Without, the somber Real,
Within, our hearts of hearts, the beautiful Ideal.
The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart,
With sorrow where all was delight;
The time has come when the darkies have to part:
Then my old Kentucky home, good night!
Oh, her heart's adrift with one
On an endless voyage gone!
Night and morning
Hannah's at the window binding shoes.
