He seems, to my thinking (although I'm afraid The comparison must, long ere this, have been made),... A Plotinus-Montaigne, where the Egyptian's gold mist And the Gascon's shrewd wit cheek-by-jowl coexist; All admire, and yet scarcely six converts he's got To I don't (nor they either) exactly know what; For though he builds glorious temples, 't is odd He leaves never a doorway to get in a god.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In art, one idea is as good as another. If one takes the idea of trembling, for instance, all of a sudden most art starts to tremb...le. Michelangelo starts to tremble. El Greco starts to tremble. All the Impressionists start to tremble.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Whatever an artist's personal feelings are, as soon as an artist fills a certain area on the canvas or circumscribes it, he become...s historical. He acts from or upon other artists.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If you pick up some paint with your brush and make somebody's nose with it, this is rather ridiculous when you think of it, theore...tically or philosophically. It's really absurd to make an image, like a human image, with paint, today.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale,... 'T is when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
'T is wonderful how soon a piano gets into a log hut on the frontier. You would think they found it under a pine stump. With it co...mes a Latin grammar,--and one of those tow-head boys has written a hymn on Sunday. Now let colleges, now let senates take heed!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The world of men show like a comedy without laughter: populations, interests, government, history; 't is all toy figures in a toy ...house.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Go out of the house to see the moon, and 't is mere tinsel; it will not please as when its light shines upon your necessary journe...y. The beauty that shimmers in the yellow afternoons of October, who could ever clutch it? Go forth to find it, and it is gone: 't is only a mirage as you look from the windows of diligence.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »