All the arts are in transit; the pleasure lies in watching them go by.

Commerce elevates art, and art ennobles commerce.

Artistic is mystic and cryptic — and viciously capitalistic.

Art for the rich; crafts for the poor.

Technology hatches art; art spawns technology.

The arts brew tea the leisure class sips.

The individual is the art of the group, the group the art of the individual.

Each person creates a unique museum of paintings, music and fashion in a room inside themselves.

The arts — they are pliers; they yank out the deep emotions of our souls.

Format begets art, art format.

All the arts look longingly over their shoulders.

If everything is art, nothing is art.

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