Artists have no less talents than ever, their taste, their vision, their sentiment are often interesting; they are mighty in their independence and feeble only in their works.

Life is not a spectacle or a feast; it is a predicament.

If pain could have cured us we should long ago have been saved.

To substitute judgments of fact for judgments of value is a sign of pedantic and borrowed criticism.

The world is a perpetual caricature of itself; at every moment it is the mockery and the contradiction of what it is pretending to be.

The spirit's foe in man has not been simplicity, but sophistication.

Tomes of aesthetic criticism hang on a few moments of real delight and intuition.