What Is Art? Quotes

“The business of art lies just in this, -- to make that understood and felt which, in the form of an argument, might be incomprehensible and inaccessible.”
― Leo Tolstoy, What Is Art?

“Art is not, as the metaphysicians say, the manifestation of some mysterious idea of beauty or God; it is not, as the aesthetical physiologists say, a game in which man lets off his excess of stored-up energy; it is not the expression of man's emotions by external signs; it is not the production of pleasing objects; and, above all, it is not pleasure; but it is a means of union among men, joining them together in the same feelings, and indispensable for the life and progress toward well-being of individuals and of humanity.”
― Leo Tolstoy, What Is Art?

“To evoke in oneself a feeling one has once experienced, and having evoked it in oneself, then by means of movements, lines, colors, sounds, or forms expressed in words, so to transmit that feeling that others may experience the same feeling - this is the activity of art.”
― Leo Tolstoy, What Is Art?

“I know that most men—not only those considered clever, but even those who are very clever, and capable of understanding most difficult scientific, mathematical, or philosophic problems—can very seldom discern even the simplest and most obvious truth if it be such as to oblige them to admit the falsity of conclusions they have formed, perhaps with much difficulty—conclusions of which they are proud, which they have taught to others, and on which they have built their lives.”
― Leo Tolstoy, What Is Art?

“إذا كان العمل جيداً كفن، فإن الإحساس الذي يعبر عنه الفنان سينتقل إلى الناس سواء كان أخلاقياً أم غير أخلاقي، وإذا انتقل الإحساس إلى الناس الآخرين، فإنهم يعيشونه، ولكن لا يعيشونه فحسب، إنما كل واحد منهم يعايشه وفق طريقته. والتفسيرات الأخرى كلها زائدة لا حاجة إليها. شرح أعمال الفنان أمر لا يجوز القيام به. فلو كان من الممكن تفسير ما أراده الفنان بالكلمات لقاله الفنان ذاته بالكلمات. أما هو فقاله من خلال فنه لأنه من المحال نقل الإحساس الذي يعيشه بوسيلة اخرى. إن شرح النتاجات الفنية بالكلمات يؤكد على أن الذي يشرحها غير قادر أن يُعدى بالفن.
هكذا كان الأمر دائماً، ومهما بدا هذا غريباً فإن النقّاد كانوا دائماً جماعة أقل قدرة من الآخرين على تلقي الفن والتأثر به وأن القسم الأكبر من هؤلاء الناس الذين يكتبون بخفة هم من المثقفين والأذكياء، غير أن قدراتهم في تلقي الفن والتأثر به ضامرة أو منحرفة تماماً. ولذلك فإن هؤلاء الناس يساعدون بكتاباتهم إلى درجة كبيرة في إفساد الجمهور الذي يقرؤهم ويثق بهم.”
― Leo Tolstoy, What Is Art?

“What is precious to us in an author’s work is the labor of his soul and not the architectural structure in which he packs his thoughts and feelings.”
― Leo Tolstoy, What Is Art?

“A writer is precious and necessary for us only to the extent to which he reveals to us the inner labour of his soul.”
― Leo Tolstoy, What Is Art?

“A true work of art is the revelation of a new conception of life arising in the artist's soul, which, when expressed, lights up the path along with humanity progresses”
― Leo Tolstoy, What Is Art?

“We are accustomed to understand art to be only what we hear and see in theaters, concerts, and exhibitions, together with buildings, statues, poems, novels. . . . But all this is but the smallest part of the art by which we communicate with each other in life. All human life is filled with works of art of every kind — from cradlesong, jest, mimicry, the ornamentation of houses, dress, and utensils, up to church services, buildings, monuments, and triumphal processions. It is all artistic activity. So that by art, in the limited sense of the word, we do not mean all human activity transmitting feelings, but only that part which we for some reason select from it and to which we attach special importance.”
― Leo Tolstoy, What Is Art?

“To take the simplest example: one man laughs, and another, who hears, becomes merry; or a man weeps, and another, who hears, feels sorrow. A man is excited or irritated, and another man, seeing him, comes to a similar state of mind. By his movements, or by the sounds of his voice, a man expresses courage and determination, or sadness and calmness, and this state of mind passes on to others. A man suffers, expressing his sufferings by groans and spasms, and this suffering transmits itself to other people; a man expresses his feeling of admiration, devotion, fear, respect, or love to certain objects, persons, or phenomena, and others are infected by the same feelings of admiration, devotion, fear, respect, or love to the same objects, persons, and phenomena.”
― Leo Tolstoy, What is Art?

“To evoke in oneself a feeling one has once experienced, and having evoked it in oneself, then, by means of movements, lines, colors, sounds, or forms expressed in words, so to transmit that feeling that others may experience the same feeling—this is the activity of art.”
― Leo Tolstoy, What is Art?

“الفن هو نشاط إنساني ينقل بعض الناس من خلاله أحاسيسهم إلى البعض الآخر”
― Leo Tolstoy, What Is Art?

“To take the simplest example: a boy, having experienced, let us say, fear on encountering a wolf, relates that encounter; and, in order to evoke in others the feeling he has experienced, describes himself, his condition before the encounter, the surroundings, the wood, his own light-heartedness, and then the wolf's appearance, its movements, the distance between himself and the wolf, etc. All this, if only the boy, when telling the story, again experiences the feelings he had lived through and infects the hearers and compels them to feel what the narrator had experienced, is art.”
― Leo Tolstoy, What is Art?

“The artists of various sects, like the theologians of the various sects, mutually exclude and destroy themselves.”
― Leo Tolstoy, What is Art?

“الفن هو إظهار الجمال.”
― Leo Tolstoy, What Is Art?

“Art is the expression of reasonable and conscious life, evoking in us both the deepest consciousness of existence and the highest feelings and loftiest thoughts.”
― Leo Tolstoy, What is Art?

“Art is the expression of reasonable and conscious life,”
― Leo Tolstoy, What is Art?

“show them, not in reasoning but in life itself, the joy of general union beyond the barriers set up by life itself”
― Leo Tolstoy, What Is Art?

“Without knowing what I am and why I am here, it is
impossible for me to live. And I cannot know that, and
consequently it is impossible for me to live,”
― Leo Tolstoy, What Is Art?

“Segundo Schelling, a arte é produto ou consequência da concepção de mundo segundo a qual o sujeito se torna o seu objecto e o próprio objecto se torna o seu próprio sujeito. A beleza é a imagem do infinito no finito. E o principal carácter da obra de arte é o infinito inconsciente. A arte é a união do subjectivo com o objectivo, da natureza com a razão, do inconsciente com o consciente. E por isso a arte é a mais elevada forma de conhecimento. A beleza é a contemplação das coisas em si mesmas, como elas são na base de todas as coisas (in den urbilden). O belo é produzido não pelo artista através do seu conhecimento ou vontade, mas pela própria ideia de beleza nele.”
― Tolstoy, Leo,, What Is Art?

“As is always the case, the more cloudy and confused the conception conveyed by a word, with the more aplomb and self-assurance do people use that word, pretending that what is understood by it is so simple and clear that it is not worth while even to discuss what it actually means”
― Lev Tolstoy, What Is Art?

“Quem sou eu? Um dos quatro filhos de um tenente-coronel na reserva, que ficou órfão aos sete anos de idade, tendo sido educado por mulheres e por estranhos e que, sem qualquer preparação mundana ou intelectual, se fez ao mundo por volta dos dezassete anos [...]. Sou feio, grosseiro, sujo e mal-educado, quando veio as coisas como o mundo as vê. Sou irascível, chato, intolerante e tímido como uma criança. Sou um labrego com todas as letras. O que sei aprendi-o sozinho, mal, aos solavancos, de modo descosido; e é bem pouco.

Sou imoderado, indeciso, inconstante, estupidamente vaidoso e expansivo como todos os fracos. Coragem é coisa que não tenho. A minha preguiça é tal que a ociosidade se tornou para mim uma exigência. Sou boa pessoa, entendendo por isso que gosto do bem, fico de mal comigo quando dele me afasto e é com agrado que volto atrás. Todavia, há em mim uma coisa que pode mais que o bem: a glória. Sou tão ambicioso que, a darem-me a escolher entre a glória e a virtude, receio bem que escolhesse a primeira. Modesto é que não sou, sem sombra de dúvida. Por isso me vêem com este ar de cão batido, por fora, mas se querem saber o que é o orgulho, olhem lá para dentro.”
― Lev Tolstoi, What Is Art?

“In the narrative of Joseph there was no need to describe in detail, as is done nowadays, Joseph's blood-stained clothes, Jacob's dwelling and clothes, and the pose and attire of Potiphar's wife when, straightening a bracelet on her left arm, she said, "Come to me," and so on, because the feeling contained in this story is so strong that all details except the most necessary_-for instance, that Joseph went into the next room to weep all details are superfluous and would only hinder the conveying of the feeling, and therefore this story is accessible to all people, it touches people of all nations, ranks, ages, has come down to our time, and will live on for thousands of years. But take the details from the best novels of our time and what will remain?”
― Leo Tolstoy, What Is Art?