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

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

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

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

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

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.