The idea of God, infinity, or spirit stands for the possible attempt at an impossible conception.

The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame.

I have before suggested that a genuine blackguard is never without a pocket-handkerchief.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

I seemed to be upon the verge of comprehension, without the power to comprehend as men, at time, find themselves upon the brink of rememberance, without being able, in the end, to remember.

The mere imitation, however accurate, of what is in Nature, entitles no man to the sacred name of Artist

The best things in life make you sweaty.