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

Night, a more perfect day.

What we ask of him is, that he should find out for us more than we can find out for ourselves... He must have the passion of a lover.

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

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.

He knew that the whole mystery of beauty can never be comprehended by the crowd, and that while clearness is a virtue of style, perfect explicitness is not a necessary virtue.

Vaguely conscious of that great suspense in which we live, we find our escape from its sterile, annihilating reality in many dreams, in religion, passion, art.