Beauty is the sole ambition, the exclusive goal of Taste.
Where ever I am not is the place where I am myself.
A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.
Alas! Man's vices, horrible as they are supposed to be, contain the positive proof of his taste for the infinite.
On the day when a young writer corrects his first proof-sheet he is as proud as a schoolboy who has just got his first dose of pox.
Poetry and progress are like two ambitious men who hate one another with an instinctive hatred, and when they meet upon the same road, one of them has to give place.