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.

The dictates of the heart are the voice of fate.

The hat is the pride of man; for he who cannot keep his hat on before kings and emperors is no free man.

To one, science is an exalted goddess; to another it is a cow which provides him with butter.

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.

Truth is more than a dream and a song.

It is through beauty that we arrive at freedom.