The painter is, as to the execution of his work, a mechanic; but as to his conception and spirit and design he is hardly below even the poet.

The painter is, as to the execution of his work, a mechanic; but as to his conception and spirit and design he is hardly below even the poet.

The jest loses its point when he who makes it is the first to laugh.

Whatever lives, lives to die in sorrow. We engage our hearts, and grasp after the things of this world, only to undergo the pang of losing them.

Love is only known by him who hopelessly persists in love.

Dare to be wrong and to dream.

Let no one despair, even though in the darkest night the last star of hope may disappear.