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

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

I had my dreams of Venice, but nothing that I had dreamed was as impossible as what I found.

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.

Criticism is properly the rod of divination: a hazel switch for the discovery of buried treasure, not a birch twig for the castigation of offenders.

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.