Fainthearted animals move about in herds. The lion walks alone in the desert. Let the poet always walk thus.

No writer, no matter how gifted, immortalizes himself unless he has crystallized into expressive and original phrase the eternal sentiments and yearnings of the human heart.

Perform your long and heavy task with energy, treading the path to which Fate has been pleased to call you.

Art ought never to be considered except in its relations with its ideal beauty.

Of late years (perhaps as a result of our political changes) art has borrowed from history more than ever.

Just as we descend into our consciences to judge of actions which our minds can not weigh, can we not also search in ourselves for the feeling which gives birth to forms of thought, always vague and cloudy?

What is a great life if not a youthful idea executed by a man of mature years.