Invisible is real. Souls have their own world.

Poetry is the disease of the brain.

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

The first among mankind will always be those who make something imperishable out of a sheet of paper, a canvas, a piece of marble, or a few sounds

We live in an age of universal investigation, and of exploration of the sources of all movements.

I have a private theory, Sir, that there are no heroes and no monsters in this world. Only children should be allowed to use these words

Doubt is the freedom of thought. Any claim to truth can be doubted.