The acts of the human race on the world's stage have doubtless a coherent unity, but the meaning of the vast tragedy enacted will be visible only to the eye of God, until the end, which will reveal it perhaps to the last man.

What is the use of theorizing as to wherein lies the charm that moves us?

Only silence is great; all else is weakness.

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

Do you not see with your own eyes the chrysalis fact assume by degrees the wings of fiction?

Of what use were the arts if they were only the reproduction and the imitation of life?

The loveliest Muse in the world does not feed her owner; these girls make fine mistresses but terrible wives