Great artists are people who find the way to be themselves in their ...

Great artists are people who find the way to be themselves in their art. Any sort of pretension induces mediocrity in art and life alike.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in ...

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

Remember the great adversity of art or anything else is a hurried life.

Society is like a large piece of frozen water; and skating well is the great art of social life.

A great thing happening now in art is that artists are using the figure, the body, clothing, life.

Every happening, great and small, is a parable whereby God speaks to us, and the art of life is to get the message.

To want friendship is a great fault. Friendship ought to be a gratuitous joy, like the joys afforded by art or life.

Great art is the outward expression of an inner life in the artist, and this inner life will result in his personal vision of the world.

If I were not able to separate the art from the artists, I think I would limit myself a great deal, and life wouldn't be nearly as interesting.

My imagination was a great place to escape from all the anxiety and disapproval of my life... I had to live in my head... art was a way of making myself feel better.

Comedy is great in that it's accessible to someone like me, from a low socioeconomic background, struggling in life. The gatekeepers are a lot stronger in other art forms.

Of course the illusion of art is to make one believe that great literature is very close to life, but exactly the opposite is true. Life is amorphous, literature is formal.

I think great writers should write great shows, and I have trouble with, like, what you are in life shouldn't automatically make you what you do in your art. It doesn't necessarily translate.

Fiction is able to do one thing better than any other art form: it is able to convey a convincing sense of what is going on in someone else's head. To me, that is the great mystery of life: what is everyone else thinking?

My mother was a Bloomsbury figure: a great friend of TS Eliot, Duncan Grant, Vanessa Bell. My grandmother, Mary Hutchinson, gave her life to works of art, being an admirer of Matisse and Giaometti, whom I collected as a young man because of her.

I have this theory that I hold on to, the theory that everything great in art and in life in general is jazz. It's just like all these things that just kind of seem to fall into place. You know, like mistakes that somehow turn into something beautiful.

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