A man is born an artist as a hippopotamus is born a hippopotamus; and you can no more make yourself one than you can make yourself a giraffe.

We have much studied and much perfected, of late, the great civilized invention of the division of labour; only we give it a false name. It is not, truly speaking, the labour that is divided; but the men.

Fine art is that in which the hand, the head, and the heart of man go together.

An infinitude of tenderness is the chief gift and inheritance of all truly great men.

As long as there are cold and nakedness in the land around you, so long can there be no question at all but that splendor of dress is a crime.

Doing is the great thing, for if people resolutely do what is right, they come in time to like doing it.

All that we call ideal in Greek or any other art, because to us it is false and visionary, was, to the makers of it, true and existent.