A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him.
Arthur SymonsHere in a little lonely room I am master of earth and sea, And the planets come to me.
Arthur SymonsHardly 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.
Arthur Symons