Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give.
Can you see through the night, woman, that you stare so upon it? Man, what sparks do your eyes follow in the smouldering darkness?
Everything mortal has moments immortal
If what we worship fail us, still the fire burns on, and it is much to have believed.
Rapture's self is three parts sorrow.
How hard, how desperately hard, is the way of the experimenter in art!