for what is the gift of the poet and the artist except to see the sights which others cannot see and to hear the sounds that others cannot hear?
Belief of some sort is the lifeblood of Art.
The art of pleasing is more based on the art of seeming pleased than people think of, and she disarmed the prejudices of her enemies by the unaffected delight she appeared to take in themselves.
Count art by gold, and it fetters the feet it once winged.
Nature I believe in. True art aims to, represent men and women, not as my little self would have them, but as they appear. My heroes and heroines I want not extreme types, all good or all bad; but human, mortal--partly good, partly bad. Realism I need. Pure mental abstractions have no significance for me.