Every true genius is bound to be naive.

I am my own heaven and hell!

Peace is rarely denied to the peaceful.

O God, how lovely still is life!

We are citizens of an age, as well as of a State; and if it is held to be unseemly, or even inadmissible, for a man to cut himself off from the customs and manners of the circle in which he lives, why should it be less of a duty, in the choice of his activity, to submit his decision to the needs and the taste of his century?

Time is a blooming field: nature is ever teeming with life: and all is seed, and all is fruit.

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.