Toil of science swells the wealth of art.
Stubbornness is not firmness.
A beautiful soul has no other merit than its own existence.
We can never replace a friend. When a man is fortunate enough to have several, he finds they are all different. No one has a double in friendship.
Why should I deem myself to be a chisel, when I could be the artist?
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.