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

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.

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.

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.

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.

Here in a little lonely room I am master of earth and sea, And the planets come to me.

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