Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.
The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.
Art is the lie that enables us to realize the truth.
Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known.
Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings of misery and travail.
Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.
The essence of all beautiful art, all great art, is gratitude.
Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.
Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.