Beauty, Like Truth, Is Relative To The

Beauty, Like Truth, Is Relative To The Time When One Lives And To The Individual Who Can Grasp It.

When I Am No Longer Controversial, I Will No Longer Be Important

It Is Fatal For Art If It Is Forced Into Official Respectability And Condemned To Sterile Mediocrity.

On The Left Is The Realist Tradition Of The 19th Century, With Its Impulse To Social Description, Radical Criticism And Meditation On Things As They Are... Culminating In Courbet At His Mightiest (the Studio, The Funeral At Ornans And A Portrait Of A Trout That Has More Death In It Than Rubens Could Get In A Whole Crucifixion).

The State Is Not Competent In Artistic Matters... When The State Leaves Us Free, It Will Have Carried Out Its Duty.