I discuss with myself questions of politics, love, taste, or philosophy. I let my mind rove wantonly, give it free rein to followany idea, wise or mad that may present itself. My ideas are my harlots.

It is not the man who is beside himself, but he who is cool and collected,--who is master of his countenance, of his voice, of his actions, of his gestures, of every part of his play,--who can work upon others at his pleasure.

All things must be examined, debated, investigated without exception and without regard for anyone's feelings.

You can be sure that a painter reveals himself in his work as much as and more than a writer does in his.

First move me, astonish me, break my heart, let me tremble, weep, stare, be enraged-only then regale my eyes.

The man who first pronounced the barbarous word God ought to have been immediately destroyed.

At an early age I sucked up the milk of Homer, Virgil, Horace, Terence, Anacreon, Plato and Euripides, diluted with that of Moses and the prophets.