Quotes About Expression

Beauty, like truth, is relative to the time when one lives and to the individual who can grasp it. The expression of beauty is in direct ratio to the power of conception the artist has acquired.

Writing is a dog's life, but the only life worth living.

Human speech is like a cracked cauldron on which we bang out tunes that make bears dance, when what we want is to move the stars to pity.

The cult of art gives pride one never has too much of it.

All one's inventions are true, you can be sure of that. Poetry is as exact a science as geometry.

I have the handicap of being born with a special language to which I alone have the key.

Of all lies, art is the least untrue.

The only way to avoid being unhappy is to close yourself up in Art and to count for nothing all the rest.

One must not always think that feeling is everything. Art is nothing without form.

Poetry is as precise a thing as geometry.

Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry.

There are neither good nor bad subjects. From the point of view of pure Art, you could almost establish it as an axiom that the subject is irrelevant, style itself being an absolute manner of seeing things.

Be regular and orderly in your life, that you may be violent and original in your work.

There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it

Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.

I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.

You don't make art out of good intentions.

The individualities in the crowd who might possess a personality sufficiently strong to resist the suggestion are too few in number to struggle against the current. At the utmost, they may be able to attempt a diversion by means of different suggestions. It is in this way, for instance, that a happy expression, an image opportunely evoked, have occasionally deterred crowds from the most bloodthirsty acts.

Các dân t?c ??u b? tính cách c?a chính h? th?ng tr?; và t?t c? nh?ng thi?t ch? nào không ???c ?úc khuôn v?a v?n v?i tính cách ?y s? ch? là th? qu?n áo vay m??n, m?t th? gi? trang t?m th?i.

Hay deseos que se ahogan en nuestra alma de mujer, sin que los revele más que un suspiro; ideas locas que cruzan por nuestra imaginación, sin que ose formularlas el labio, fenómenos incomprensibles de nuestra naturaleza misteriosa, que el hombre no puede ni aun concebir.

Los imitadores olvidan el ser o no ser del trágico eminente, y al hacerlo caen en ese abismo sin fondo de que nos habla el creador de Hamlet: ¡Palabras, palabras, palabras!

Mientras sintamos que se alegra el alma, sin que los labios rían; mientras se llore que el llanto acuda a nublar la pupila; mientras el corazón y la cabeza batallando prosigan; mientras haya esperanza y recuerdos; ¡habrá poesía! Mientras haya unos ojos que reflejen los ojos que lo miran; mientras responda el labio suspirando al labio que suspira; mientras sentirse puedan en un beso dos almas confundidas;

Cada mujer tiene su sonrisa propia y esa suave dilatación de los labios toma formas infinitas, perceptibles apenas, pero que les sirve de sello.

podrá no haber poetas; pero siempre habrá poesía