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

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.

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.

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

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

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.