It is closing time in the gardens of the West and from now on an artist will be judged only by the resonance of his solitude or the quality of his despair.
It is closing time in the gardens of the West and from now on an artist will be judged only by the resonance of his solitude or the quality of his despair.
Today the function of the artist is to bring imagination to science and science to imagination, where they meet, in the myth.
Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice; journalism what will be grasped at once.
The artist is a member of the leisured classes who cannot pay for his leisure.
Art is an absolute mistress she will not be coquetted with or slighted she requires the most entire self-devotion, and she repays with grand triumphs.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories