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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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!