traditions that have lost their meaning are the hardest of all to destroy.

My last page is always latent in my first; but the intervening windings of the way become clear only as I write.

Why do we call all our generous ideas illusions, and the mean ones truths?

She had no tolerance for scenes which were not of her own making.

He simply felt that if he could carry away the vision of the spot of earth she walked on, and the way the sky and sea enclosed it, the rest of the world might seem less empty.

One of the first obligations of art is to make all useful things beautiful.

To visit Morocco is still like turning the pages of some illuminated Persian manuscript all embroidered with bright shapes and subtle lines.