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

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

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

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.

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.

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

Night, a more perfect day.