To be a great man and a saint to oneself, that's the only important thing.
Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature?
One can only forget about time by making use of it.
Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recaptured at will.
The whole visible universe is but a storehouse of images and signs to which the imagination will give a relative place and value; it is a sort of pasture which the imagination must digest and transform.
Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent; it is one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immovable.