What is a great life? It is the dreams of youth realised in old age.
What is the use of theorizing as to wherein lies the charm that moves us?
Poetry is the disease of the brain.
We shall find in our troubled hearts, where discord reigns, two needs which seem at variance, but which merge, as I think, in a common source - the love of the true, and the love of the fabulous.
Art ought never to be considered except in its relations with its ideal beauty.
What is a great life but a youthful intention carried out in maturity?