"Art is only a means to life, to the life more abundant. It is not in itself the life more abundant. It merely points the way, something which is overlooked not only by the public, but very often by the artist himself. In becoming an end it defeats itself."
"The good, supreme, divine poetry is above the rules and reason. Whoever discerns its beauty with a firm, sedate gaze does not seeit, any more than he sees the splendor of a lightning flash. It does not persuade our judgement, it ravishes and overwhelms it."
"As for your world of art and your world of reality," she replied, "you have to separate the two, because you can't bear to know what you are.... The world of art is only the truth about the real world."
"I didn't realize you were an art collector. I thought you just collected corpses. I'll bet you paid plenty for this little piece of sculpture. She's worth every dollar of it, take it from me. She puts her heart into her work, in fact, her whole body."
"The manuscript lay like a dust-rag on his desk, and Eitel found, as he had found before, that the difficulty of art was that it forced a man back on his life, and each time the task was more difficult and distasteful."
"Decade after decade, artists came to paint the light of Provincetown, and comparisons were made to the lagoons of Venice and the marshes of Holland, but then the summer ended and most of the painters left, and the long dingy undergarment of the gray New England winter, gray as the spirit of my mood, came down to visit."
"Politics has been called the "art of the possible," and it actually is a realm akin to art insofar as, like art, it occupies a creatively mediating position between spirit and life, the idea and reality."