Be like snow – cold, but beautiful.
Beauty perishes in life, but is immortal in art.
As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
Art is the elimination of the unnecessary.
The important thing is to create. Nothing else matters; creation is all.
You know what music is? God’s little reminder that there’s something else besides us in this universe; harmonic connection between all living beings, every where, even the stars.
By God, when you see your beauty you will be the idol of yourself.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.
Art is my life and my life is art.
There is beauty in everything, just not everybody sees it.
Beauty is power; a smile is its sword.
I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn’t it?
What is Art? It is the response of man’s creative soul to the call of the Real.
What I have in my heart and soul – must find a way out. That’s the reason for music.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.
Beauty is truth, truth beauty.
Beauty is truth, truth beauty,-that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.