I shall never love anybody. I can't love people. I hate them.' 'The time will come, dear, the time will come.

Alas! the scientific conscience had got into the debasing company of money obligation and selfish respects.

I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music. It seems to infuse strength into my limbs and ideas into my brain. Life seems to go on without effort, when I am filled with music.

To most mortals there is a stupidity which is unendurable and a stupidity which is altogether acceptable - else, indeed, what would become of social bonds?

... the true seeing is within; and painting stares at you with an insistent imperfection.

There is nothing that will kill a man so soon as having nobody to find fault with but himself.

I think there are stores laid up in our human nature that our understandings can make no complete inventory of.