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.