It has been said that great art is the night thought of man. It may emerge without warning from the soundless depths of the unconscious, just as supernovas may blaze up suddenly in the farther reaches of void space.

Art is a jealous mistress.

In art, as in love, instinct is enough.

The moment you cheat for the sake of beauty, you know you're an artist.

The first prerogative of an artist in any medium is to make a fool of himself.

Art enlarges experience by admitting us to the inner life of others.

The death of every art form seems imminent at least once in every century; but while the very funeral arrangements go forward, some child is born who is Michelangelo, Picasso, Yeats.

Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable.

No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did he would cease to be an artist.

Art is the only thing that can go mattering once as it has stopped hurting.