The world of men show like a comedy without laughter: populations, interests, government, history; 't is all toy figures in a toyhouse.
Once you know about a work of mine you own it. There's no way I can climb inside somebody's head and remove it.
The only art I'm interested in is the art I don't understand right away. If you understand it right away it really has no use except as nostalgia.
Skills come with age, but wisdom, I doubt it very, very much.
Accreditation. The "doctorate of fine art. " I've never heard something so stupid in my entire life.
I'm keeping everything on a human level, but essentially everything in our lives has to be on a human level. Any specification of something by art history doesn't make any sense. The point is, if you have a loving, adorable, supportive mother anywhere in the world and you tell her all of your dreams, all of your aspirations, and the reward you would like, and she understands you, then it's not worth doing.
There's a radical change in the relationship with the human being and society. Art now is an open conversation with the society. Previously there was a necessity for a little bit of screaming and shouting just to get it into the conversation.
As to great and commanding talents, they are the gift of Providence in some way unknown to us, they rise where they are least expected; they fail when everything seems disposed to produce them, or at least to call them forth.
I didn't understand this idea of a God who says, "You have to acknowledge me. You have to say that I'm the best, and then I'll give you eternal happiness. If you won't, then you don't get it!" It seemed to be about ego. I can't see God operating from ego, so it made no sense to me.
Surely, anyway, a working day of eight or nine hours which is not split by a nap is simply too much for a human being to take, day in, day out, and particularly so in hot weather.
The ring of a false coin is not more recognizable than that of a rhyme setting forth a false sorrow.