Immature artists imitate. Mature artists steal.
The immature artist imitates. Mature artists steal.
Youth is a time when we find the books we give up but do not get over.
We are all ill: but even a universal sickness implies an idea of health.
It is now life and not art that requires the willing suspension of disbelief.
What marks the artist is his power to shape the material of pain we all have.
The poet may be used as a barometer, but let us not forget that he is also part of the weather.
This is the great vice of academicism, that it is concerned with ideas rather than with thinking.
Where misunderstanding serves others as an advantage, one is helpless to make oneself understood.
Our culture peculiarly honors the act of blaming, which it takes as the sign of virtue and intellect.