The highest condition of art is artlessness.
Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.
No man loses ever on a lower level by magnanimity on a higher.
Two thousand summers have imparted to the monuments of Grecian literature, as to her marbles, only a maturer golden and autumnal tint, for they have carried their own serene and celestial atmosphere into all lands to protect them against the corrosion of time.
We are constantly invited to be who we are.
Thank God, they cannot cut down the clouds!