The truth is ugly: we have art so as not to perish from the truth.

Fix your mind on truth, hold firm to virtue, rely on loving kindness, and find your recreation in the Arts.

I went into the business for the money, and the art grew out of it. If people are disillusioned by that remark, I can't help it. It's the truth.

The bad gains respect through imitation, the good loses it especially in art.

For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity or perception to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication.

We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.