An artist chooses his subjects: that is the way he praises. |
An artist has no home in Europe except in Paris. |
And be on they guard against the good and the just! They would fain crucify those who devise their own virtue - they hate the lonesome ones |
And if your friend does evil to you, say to him, ''I forgive you for what you did to me, but how can I forgive you for what you did to yourself?'' |
And let that day be lost to us on which we did not dance once! And let that wisdom be false to us that brought no laughter with it! |
And so while dreams are the individual man's play with reality, the sculptor's art is (in a broader sense) the play with dreams. |
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music. |
Any explanation is better than none. The markets went up because oil went down. |
Any life, no matter how long and complex it may be, is made up of a single moment, the moment in which a man finds out, once and for all, who he is. |
Arrogance on the part of the meritorious is even more offensive to us than the arrogance of those without merit: for merit itself is offensive. |
Art is essentially the affirmation, the blessing, and the deification of existence |
Art is not merely an imitation of the reality of nature, but in truth a metaphysical supplement to the reality of nature, placed alongside thereof for its conquest. |
Art is the highest task and proper metaphysical activity of this life. |
Art is the proper task of life. |
Art raises its head where creeds relax |