Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call.

Observe that it is a great error to believe that all mediums of art are not closely tied to their time.

I regard it as a waste of time to think only of selling: one forgets one's art and exaggerates one's value.

I would love to spend all my time writing to you; I'd love to share with you all that goes through my mind, all that weighs on my heart, all that gives air to my soul; phantoms of art, dreams that would be so beautiful if they could come true.

Many artists and scholars have pointed out that ultimately art depends on human nature.

Art works because it appeals to certain faculties of the mind. Music depends on details of the auditory system, painting and sculpture on the visual system. Poetry and literature depend on language.

Art is a lie that makes us realize truth.

Art is not the application of a canon of beauty but what the instinct and the brain can conceive beyond any canon. When we love a woman we don't start measuring her limbs.

Art is the elimination of the unnecessary.

Art is the lie that enables us to realize the truth.

Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.

We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize the truth, at least the truth that is given to us to understand.

There is no abstract art. You must always start with something. Afterward you can remove all traces of reality.

Sculpture is the art of the intelligence.

The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.