As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.

And I would have, now love is over, An end to all, an end: I cannot, having been your lover Stoop to become your friend!

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

There is not a dream which may not come true, if we have the energy which makes, or chooses, our own fate.... It is only the dreams of those light sleepers who dream faintly that do not come true.

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

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

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