You can understand nothing about art, particularly modern art, if you do not understand that imagination is a value in itself.

Kitsch causes two tears to flow in quick succession. The first tear says: How nice to see children running on the grass! The second tear says: How nice to be moved, together with all mankind, by children running on the grass!

For the body is temporal and thought is eternal and the shimmering essence of flame is an image of thought.

The ludicrous element in our feeling does not make them any less authentic.

The sound of laughter is like the vaulted dome of a temple of happiness.

In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.

Art is the human disposition of sensible or intelligible matter for an esthetic end.