Truth lives on in the midst of deception.

Rarely do we arrive at the summit of truth without running into extremes; we have frequently to exhaust the part of error, and even of folly, before we work our way up to the noble goal of tranquil wisdom.

Art is the daughter of freedom.

The voice of our age seems by no means favorable to art, at all events to that kind of art to which my inquiry is directed. The course of events has given a direction to the genius of the time that threatens to remove it continually further from the ideal of art. For art has to leave reality, it has to raise itself bodily above necessity and neediness; for art is the daughter of freedom, and it requires its prescriptions and rules to be furnished by the necessity of spirits and not by that of matter.

No cause has he to say his doom is harsh, who's made the master of his destiny.

It is easy to give advice from a port of safety.

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.