The Universe, so far as we can observe it, is a wonderful and immense engine; its extent, its order, its beauty, its cruelty, makes it alike impressive.

Philosophy is a more intense sort of experience than common life is, just as pure and subtle music, heard in retirement, is something keener and more intense than the howling of storms or the rumble of cities.

Art like life, should be free, since both are experimental.

Skepticism is the chastity of the intellect, and it is shameful to surrender it too soon or to the first comer.

The truth is cruel, but it can be loved, and it makes free those who have loved it.

The man who would emancipate art from discipline and reason is trying to elude rationality, not merely in art, but in all existence.

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.