Ideal society is a drama enacted exclusively in the imagination.

Only the dead have seen the end of the war.

The body is an instrument, the mind its function, the witness and reward of its operation.

People never believe in volcanoes until the lava actually overtakes them.

The lover knows much more about absolute good and universal beauty than any logician or theologian, unless the latter, too, be lovers in disguise.

The mind of the Renaissance was not a pilgrim mind, but a sedentary city mind, like that of the ancients.

The habit of looking for beauty in everything makes us notice the shortcomings of things, our sense, hungry for complete satisfaction, misses the perfection it demands.