The essence of art that is at all noble is the DREAM, and this dream dwells only upon what is distant, absent, vanished, unattainable.
There are women whose love only ends with death.
Dissonance is as fatal in ailments of the mind as it is in those of the body.
The beauty of sorrow is superior to the beauty of life.
Can there be anything more sad than a girl dying on the day of her first communion, in her new dress. A little bride of death.
The main thing for inner contentment is to be in a state of grace. And there is an artistic state of grace, for art is a kind of religion.