There is no logical reason why the camel of great art should pass through the needle of mob intelligence.

Creative output, you know, is just pain. I'm going to be cliche for a minute and say that great art comes from pain.

The interpretation of dreams is a great art.

The essence of all beautiful art, all great art, is gratitude.

Great music is in a sense serene; it is certain of the values it asserts.

Great art is an instant arrested in eternity.