Formerly it was the fashion to preach the natural; now it is the ideal. People too often forget that these things are profoundly compatible; that in a beautiful work of imagination the natural should be ideal, and the ideal natural.

That which exists in nature is a something purely individual and particular. Art, on the contrary, is essentially destined to manifest the general.

Egotism erects its center in itself; love places it out of itself in the axis of the universal whole. Love aims at unity, egotismat solitude. Love is the citizen ruler of a flourishing republic, egotism is a despot in a devastated creation.

In actual life, every great enterprise begins with and takes its first forward step in faith.

Our mind has its own ideal time, which is no other but the consciousness of the progressive development of our beings.

The thinker requires exactly the same light as the painter, clear, without direct sunshine, or blinding reflection, and, where possible, from above.

Literature is the immortality of speech.