By the artist's seizing any one object from nature, that object no longer is part of nature. One can go so far as to say that theartist creates the object in that very moment by emphasizing its significant, characteristic, and interesting aspects or, rather, by adding the higher values.
Old age is never honored among us, but only indulged, as childhood is; and old men lose one of the most precious rights of man,--that of being judged by their peers.
The one who acts is always without conscience; nobody has a conscience but the contemplative person.
Time itself is an element.
Judge a man's character by what he finds ridiculous.
One of the most striking signs of the decay of art is the intermixing of different genres.
Method will teach you to win time.
Here too it’s masquerade, I find: As everywhere, the dance of mind. I grasped a lovely masked procession, And caught things from a horror show… I’d gladly settle for a false impression, If it would last a little longer, though.
In all times it is only individuals that have advanced science, not the age.
The worst is that the very hardest thinking will not bring thoughts. They must come like good children of God and cry, "Here we are." You expend effort and energy thinking hard. Then, after you have given up, they come sauntering in with their hands in their pockets. If the effort had not been made to open the door, however, who knows when they could have come.
In every artist there is a touch of audacity without which no talent is conceivable.
I make presents to the mother but think of the daughter.
The brilliant passes, like the dew at morn; The true endures, for ages yet unborn.
What makes people happy is activity; changing evil itself into good by power, working in a God like manner.
Rash combat oft immortalizes man; if he should fall, he is renowned in song; but after-ages reckon not the ceaseless tears which the forsaken woman sheds. Poets tell us not of the many nights consumed in weeping, or of the dreary days wherein her anguished soul vainly yearns to call her loved one back.
Give shape, artist! don't talk! Your poem be but a breath.
He who knows no foreign languages knows nothing of his own.
At the end of life thoughts hitherto impossible come to the collected mind, like good spirits which let themselves down from the shining heights of the past.
Individuality of expression is the beginning and end of all art.
We amuse ourselves painting our prison-walls with bright figures and brilliant landscapes.
The fate of the architect is the strangest of all. How often he expends his whole soul, his whole heart and passion, to produce buildings into which he himself may never enter.
The passions are like those demons with which Afrasahiab sailed down the Orus. Our only safety consists in keeping them asleep. If they we are lost.
Man is a simple being, and however rich, varied, and unfathomable he may be, the cycle of his situations is soon run through.
Talent is nurtured in solitude; character is formed in the stormy billows of the world. [Ger., Es bildet ein talent sich in der Stille, Sich ein Charakter in dem Strom der Welt.]
It is better to do the smallest thing in the world than to hold half an hour to be too small a thing.
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