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.

It is in their eyes that their magic resides.

My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.

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

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

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

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.