An artist is a man of action, whether he creates a personality, invents an expedient, or finds the issue of a complicated situation.

History repeats itself, but the special call of an art which has passed away is never reproduced. It is as utterly gone out of the world as the song of a destr…

I call to mind a winter landscape in Amsterdam - a flat foreground of waste land, with here and there stacks of timber, like the huts of a camp of some very mi…

Efficiency of a practically flawless kind may be reached naturally in the struggle for bread. But there is something beyond - a higher point, a subtle and unmi…

He that works and does some Poem, not he that merely says one, is worthy of the name of Poet.

Criticize by creating

A weaver who has to direct and to interweave a great many little threads has no time to philosophize about it, rather, he is so absorbed in his work that he do…