Nowadays three witty turns of phrase and a lie make a writer.

The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.

Art is a jealous mistress, and if a man have a genius for painting, poetry, music, architecture, or philosophy, he makes a bad husband and an ill provider.

Modesty is a virtue not often found among poets, for almost every one of them thinks himself the greatest in the world.

A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.