To say the word Romanticism is to say modern art - that is, intimacy, spirituality, color, aspiration towards the infinite, expressed by every means available to the arts.

Nothing can be done except little by little.

There is no more steely barb than that of the Infinite.

Life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed by a desire to change his bed.

Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally; goodness is always the product of some art.

Any man who does not accept the conditions of life sells his soul.

I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.