“It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.”

O, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it?

Your battles inspired me – not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.

I am proud to be an emotionalist.

His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible.

Beware the horns of a bull, the heels of the horse, and the smile of an Englishman.

My puns are not trivial. They are quadrivial.

God made food; the devil the cooks.

Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.

A man’s errors are his portals of discovery.

There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being.

All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.

I’ve put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that’s the only way of insuring one’s immortality.

The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.

The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.

White pudding and eggs and sausages and cups of tea! How simple and beautiful was life after all!

Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art.

Drawing is the honesty of the art. There is no possibility of cheating. It is either good or bad.

Potential is key to our purpose!! There’s fulfillment in perfecting a craft, skill, or a any form of art.

There has never been a work of art created which didn’t somehow reflect its own time.

Art in the blood is liable to take the strangest forms.

Art is to console those who are broken by life.

This grandiose tragedy that we call modern art.

The world and art are connected.