Real unselfishness consists in sharing the interests of others.

Nothing is really so poor and melancholy as art that is interested in itself and not in its subject.

The living have never shown me how to live.

Let a man once overcome his selfish terror at his own finitude, and his finitude itself is, in one sense, overcome.

An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world.

Old places and old persons in their turn, when spirit dwells in them, have an intrinsic vitality of which youth is incapable, precisely, the balance and wisdom that come from long perspectives and broad foundations

Better not be a hero than work oneself up into heroism by shouting lies.