A beautiful body perishes, but a work of art dies not.
When I die, they'll bury the blues with me. But the blues will never die.
An artist is the magician put among men to gratify - capriciously - their urge for immortality.
O Mozart, immortal Mozart, how many, how infinitely many inspiring suggestions of a finer, better life you have left in our souls!
Movies are immortal art - the first new art since Greek drama.
Blest be the art that can immortalize,--the art that baffles time's tyrannic claim to quench it.
... what is great poetry, after all, but the continuation of the human voice after death?
I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. I am jealous of the portrait you have painted of me. Why should it keep what I must lose? Every moment that passes takes something from me and gives something to it. Oh, if it were only the other way! If the picture could change, and I could be always what I am now! Why did you paint it? It will mock me some day—mock me horribly!
Dead he is not, but departed, for the artist never dies.
Poets alone are sure of immortality; they are the truest diviners of nature.
Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown.
In some respects I will never die. Because art is immortal. What we leave behind and what we create - the energy that we put out into the world is eternal.
The immortal photographers will be straightforward photographers, those who do not rely on tricks or special techniques.
Everything will pass, and the world will perish but the Ninth Symphony will remain.
And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse
Such was a poet and shall be and is -who'll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam's architecture with his life: and carve immortal jungles of despair to hold a mountain's heartbeat in his hand.
