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 only kind of reform usually possible is reform from within; a more intimate study and more intelligent use of the traditional forms.

Imagination is potentially infinite. Though actually we are limited to the types of experience for which we possess organs, those organs are somewhat plastic. Opportunity will change their scope and even their center.

Eternal vigilance is the price of knowledge.

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

It is one thing to lack a heart and another to possess eyes and a just imagination.

Those who speak most of progress measure it by quantity and not by quality.