Howard Pyle Quotes

Throw your heart into the picture and then jump in after it.

He who jumps for the moon and gets it not leaps higher than he who stoops for a penny in the mud.

Paint your picture by means of the lights. Lights define texture and color - shadows define form.

Art is the expression of those beauties and emotions that stir the human soul.

What is done is done; and the cracked egg cannot be cured.

I think it likely that some of my pupils will reach unusual distinction.

I take back all I ever said about the Old Masters. They give great lessons.

I put on my dream-cap one day and stepped into Wonderland.

Talk about life - but in your own way.

Paint ideas, paint thought.

For ages past the Genius of Literature and the Genius of Art have walked together hand in hand. For the Goddess of letters is blind, and only she of Art can lend her sight.

My objective in teaching my pupils is that they should be fitted for any kind of art.

All the students have shown more advance in two months of summer study than they have in a year of ordinary instruction, largely due to their free and wholesome life in the open air.

Will you come with me, sweet Reader? I thank you. Give me your hand.

Your subjects have had a history - try to reveal it in your picture.

I should like to make myself free to all who care to attend my lectures.

I am of use to the younger artists through the advice and criticism which I give them.

Don't take my criticisms as iron-clad rules but more as suggestions.

A good deal of large and rather interesting work is drifting my way.

When the flood cometh it sweepeth away grain as well as chaff.

The right to suffer is one of the joys of a free economy.

The student learns rules but all the rules in the world never make a picture.

Project your mind into your subject until you actually live in it.

So passed the seasons then, so they pass now, and so they will pass in time to come, while we come and go like leaves of the tree that fall and are soon forgotten.

I doubt if there is a single really excellent art school now available in New York.

I criticise these compositions by analysis but an illustration cannot be made that way - it must be made by inspiration.

An I must drink sour ale, I must, but never have I yielded me to man before, and that without wound or mark upon my body. Nor, when I bethink me, will I yield now.

(H)ope, be it never so faint, bringeth a gleam into darkness, like a little rushlight that costeth but a groat.

Love means never having to say your are sorry

Now there was no sign of any foul weather, but when one wishes to do a thing . . . one finds no lack of reasons for the doing.