Truth is more than a dream and a song.

What the inner voice says will not disappoint the hoping soul.

What's old collapses, times change, And new life blossoms in the ruins.

It is criminal to steal a purse, daring to steal a fortune, a mark of greatness to steal a crown. The blame diminishes as the guilt increases.

Utility is the great idol of the age, to which all powers must do service and all talents swear allegiance. In this great balance of utility, the spiritual service of art has no weight, and, deprived of all encouragement, it vanishes from the noisy Vanity Fair of our time.

An honest man you may form of windle-straws, but to make a rogue you must have grist.

Art is difficult, transient is her reward.