Hardly any one is able to see what is before him, just as it is in itself. He comes expecting one thing, he finds another thing, he sees through the veil of his preconception, he criticizes before he has apprehended, he condemns without allowing his instinct the chance of asserting itself.

The mystic too full of God to speak intelligibly to the world.

A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him.

But we have been taught to see before our eyes have found out a way of seeing for themselves.

Art begins when a man wishes to immortalize the most vivid moment he has ever lived.

The making of one's life into art is, after all, the first duty and privilege of every man.

Night, a more perfect day.