Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.

No work of art is worth the bones of a Pomeranian Grenadier.

Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they being both the servants of his providence. Art is the perfection of nature. Were the world now as it was the sixth day, there were yet a chaos. Nature hath made one world, and art another. In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the art of God.

It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.

A product of the untalented, sold by the unprincipled to the utterly bewildered.

All the arts which belong to polished life have some common tie, and are connect as it were by some relationship.

Art, as far as it is able, follow nature, as a pupil imitates his master; thus your art must be, as it were, God's grandchild.

Art for art's sake.

There is an art of reading, as well as an art of thinking, and an art of writing.

All passes, Art alone Enduring stays to us; The Bust out-lasts the throne,-- The coin, Tiberius.

The conscious utterance of thought, by speech or action, to any end, is art.

High art alone is eternal and the bust outlives the city.

As all Nature's thousands changes But one changeless God proclaim; So in Art's wide kingdom ranges One sole meaning still the same: This is Truth, eternal Reason, Which from Beauty takes its dress, And serene through time and season Stands aye in loveliness.

His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland; Still born to improve in every part, His pencil out faces, his manners are heart.

The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n nature warm; The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.

The perfection of an art consists in the employment of a comprehensive system of laws, commensurate to every purpose within its scope, but concealed from the eye of the spectator; and in the production of effects that seem to flow forth spontaneously, as though uncontrolled by their influence, and which are equally excellent, whether regarded individually, or in reference to the proposed result.

Art is long, but life is fleeting.

The temple of art is built of words. Painting and sculpture and music are but the blazon of its windows, borrowing all their significance from the light, and suggestive only of the temple's uses. - Josiah Gilbert Holland ,

It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize, And to be swift is less than to be wise. 'Tis more by art, than force of numerous strokes.

Painters and poets have equal license in regard to everything.