For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Art never harms itself by keeping aloof from the social problems of the day: rather, by so doing, it more completely realises for us that which we desire.
The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.
The forms of art are inexhaustible; but all lead by the same road of aesthetic emotion to the same world of aesthetic ecstasy.
Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.
Art is dangerous. It is one of the attractions: when it ceases to be dangerous you don't want it.
An art aims, above all, at producing something beautiful which affects not our feelings but the organ of pure contemplation, our imagination.
Art is the human disposition of sensible or intelligible matter for an esthetic end.
There are situations which cannot honorably be met by art.
Enjoying art is a personal matter. It's made up by contemplation, silence, abstraction.
Any sort of pretension induces mediocrity in art and life alike.