My idea of Art is that it is an expression of what is inside each person who produces it. When it represents the latter we all have a tendency to recognize it, and feel it. All passes, Art alone Enduring stays to us. All art is but imitation of nature . To Man the interpreter of God.
Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings of misery and travail.
The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance. The perfection of art is to conceal art. Art is the effort of man to express the ideas which nature suggests to him of a power above nature, whether that power be within the recesses of his own being, or in the Great First Cause of which nature, like himself, is but the effect. The object of art is to crystallize emotion into thought, and then fix it in form. All art does but consist in the removal of surplusage.