If I could believe the Quakers banned music because church music is so damn bad, I should view them with approval.
The jargon of sculptors is beyond me. I do not know precisely why I admire a green granite female, apparently pregnant monster with one eye going around a square corner.
Music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance… poetry begins to atrophy when it gets too far from music.
I guess the definition of a lunatic is a man surrounded by them.
If a patron buys from an artist who needs money, the patron then makes himself equal to the artist; he is building art into the world; he creates.
No man understands a deep book until he has seen and lived at least part of its contents.
I could I trust starve like a gentleman. It’s listed as part of the poetic training, you know.
Men do not understand books until they have a certain amount of life, or at any rate no man understands a deep book, until he has seen and lived at least part of its contents.
It ought to be illegal for an artist to marry. If the artist must marry let him find someone more interested in art, or his art, or the artist part of him, than in him. After which let them take tea together three times a week.
Real education must ultimately be limited to men who insist on knowing, the rest is mere sheep-herding.