By 'happiness' I do not mean worldly success or outside approval, though it would be priggish to deny that both these things are most agreeable. I mean the inner consciousness, the inner conviction that one is doing well the thing that one is best fitted to do by nature.

I am one of those unhappy persons who inspire bores to the greatest flights of art.

My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.

Art is magic, not logic. This craze for the logical spirit in irrational shape is part of the present harmful mania for uniformity.

... all ugliness passes, and beauty endures, excepting of the skin.

Good taste is the worst vice ever invented.

the arts are life accelerated and concentrated.