Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.

Lives of great men oft remind us as we o'er their pages turn, That we too may leave behind us - Letters that we ought to burn.

There are three things which the public will always clamor for, sooner or later: namely, novelty, novelty, novelty.

The best of friends fall out, and so his teeth had done some years ago.

A moment's thinking is an hour in words.

That a man be willing, when others are so too, as far forth as for peace and defence of himself he shall think it necessary, to lay down this right to all things; and be contented with so much liberty against other men, as he would allow other men against himself.

To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.

There is even a happiness - that makes the heart afraid.

Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.

'Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.

Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!

A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled.

Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.

The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying; Old age, begin sighing!

O bed O bed delicious bed That heaven upon earth to the weary head.

Dear bells how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim

Such a blush In the midst of brown was born Like red poppies grown with corn.

The biggest bore of all is he who is overflowing with congratulations.

Theres a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.

He comes to the world as a gentleman comes To a lodging ready furnished.

There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.

Oh! if it be to choose and call thee mine, / Love, thou art every day my Valentine.

Being a cover artist is not like being a real artist. That's just copying what someone else did.

The artist need not know very much; best of all let him work instinctively and paint as naturally as he breathes or walks.

What an artist learns matters little. What he himself discovers has a real worth for him, and gives him the necessary incitement to work.

Beauty, like truth, is relative to the time when one lives and to the individual who can grasp it. The expression of beauty is in direct ratio to the power of conception the artist has acquired.

I'm inspired by nature. Other artist's work is important for developing my perception.

There is only one position for an artist anywhere; and that is upright.

The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal; the good one really does.

To say that an artist sells out means that an artist is making a conscious choice to compromise his music, to to weaken his music for the sake of commercial gain.

What do you say when someone has truly inspired you? How do you express to an artist how deeply their work has affected you?

An original artist is unable to copy. So he has only to copy in order to be original.

When I say artist I mean the man who is building things - creating molding the earth - whether it be the plains of the west - or the iron ore of Penn. It's all a big game of construction - some with a brush - some with a shovel - some choose a pen.

You have to find what makes you stable in the storm. Then, no matter what's happening round you, no matter what the hype or the publicity, you can still manage to make leaps in your work as an artist.

The key to the mystery of a great artist is that for reasons unknown, he will give away his energies and his life just to make sure that one note follows another... and leaves us with the feeling that something is right in the world.

I've always felt that if one was going to take seriously this vocation as an artist, you have to get beyond that decorative facade.

Art is a private thing, the artist makes it for himself; a comprehensible work is the product of a journalist. We need works that are strong, straight, precise, and forever beyond understanding.

The most colorful section of a bookstore is the display of SF books, with art by people like Wayne Barlow, who is a terrific artist.

Arguably, no artist grows up: If he sheds the perceptions of childhood, he ceases being an artist.

Let not a man do what his sense of right bids him not to do, nor desire what it forbids him to desire. This is sufficient. The skillful artist will not alter his measures for the sake of a stupid workman.

I so much appreciate it when anybody tries to make something and tries to be an artist - I'm happy to see the work.

The artist is seen like a producer of commodities, like a factory that turns our refrigerators.

I've also been willing to share any help that I could give to any other artist.

An artist, under pain of oblivion, must have confidence in himself, and listen only to his real master: Nature.

What is it they want from the man that they didn't get from the work? What do they expect? What is there left when he's done with his work, what's any artist but the dregs of his work, the human shambles that follows it around?

No artist work is so high, so noble, so grand, so enduring, so important for all time, as the making of character is a child.

I left Jamaica for a while, because as an artist I need to experience different things, see the world, have different energies. Living in one place is not good for me.

A young and vital child knows no limit to his own will, and it is the only reality to him. It is not that he wants at the outset to fight other wills, but that they simply do not exist for him. Like the artist, he goes forth to the work of creation, gloriously alone.