A painting in a museum probably hears more foolish remarks than anything else in the world. |
Any man who does not see everything in terms of self, that is to say who wants to be something in respect of other men, to do good to them or simply give them something to do, is unhappy, disconsolate, and accursed. |
As a general truth, it is safe to say that any picture that produces a moral impression is a bad picture. |
As a general truth, it is safe to say that any picture that produces a moral impression is a bad picture. |
I feel sure that coups d'état would go much better if there were seats, boxes, and stalls so that one could see what was happening and not miss anything |
If there is a God, atheism must strike Him as less of an insult than religion |
Man is a mind betrayed, not served, by his organs. |
Never speak of yourself to others; make them talk about themselves instead; therein lies the whole art of pleasing. Everybody knows it, and everyone forgets it. |
Never speak of yourself to others; make them talk about themselves instead; therein lies the whole art of pleasing. Everybody knows it, and everyone forgets it. |
One of the proud joys of the man of letters --if that man of letters is an artist is to feel within himself the power to immortalize at will anything he chooses to immortalize. Insignificant though he may be, he is conscious of possessing a creative divinity. God creates lives; the man of imagination creates fictional lives which may make a profound and as it were more living impression on the world's memory. |
Surely nothing has to listen to so many stupid remarks as a painting in a museum. |
That which, perhaps, hears more nonsense than anything in the world, is a picture in a museum. |
The facts: nothing matters but the facts: worship of the facts leads to everything, to happiness first of all and then to wealth. |
The reason for the sadness of this modern age and the men who live in it is that it looks for the truth in everything and finds it. |
There are moments when, faced with our lack of success, I wonder whether we are failures, proud but impotent. One thing reassures me as to our value: the boredom that afflicts us. It is the hall-mark of quality in modern men. |