Lying, like license, has its degrees.

Fame and admiration weigh not a feather in the scale against friendship and love, for the heart languishes all the same.

Art for art's sake is an empty phrase. Art for the sake of truth, art for the sake of the good and the beautiful, that is the faith I am searching for.

Sorrow makes us very good or very bad.

It is high time that we had lights that are not incendiary torches.

A man is not a wall, whose stones are crushed upon the road; or a pipe, whose fragments are thrown away at a street corner. The fragments of an intellect are always good.

Heavens! whatever possesses us, here below, that we mutually torment ourselves, sourly reproach our mutual faults, and mercilessly condemn all that is not cut according to our pattern?