Nothing, it is true, is more common than for both Science and Art to pay homage to the spirit of the age, and for creative taste to accept the law of critical taste.

Disappointments are to the soul what a thunderstorm is to the air.

No greater grief than to remember days of gladness when sorrow is at hand.

A sublime soul can rise to all kinds of greatness, but by an effort; it can tear itself from all bondage, to all that limits and constrains it, but only by strength of will. Consequently the sublime soul is only free by broken efforts.

I speak with the Eternal through the instrument of nature, through the world's history: I read the soul of the artist in his Apollo.

Sorrow is brief but joy is endless

Yet have I ever heard it said that spies and tale-bearers have done more mischief in this world than poisoned bowl or the assassin's dagger.