Only what is thought, said, or done at a certain rare coincidence is good.

I fear that we are such gods or demigods only as fauns and satyrs, the divine allied to beasts, the creatures of appetite, and that, to some extent, our very life is our disgrace.

Color, which is the poet's wealth, is so expensive that most take to mere outline sketches and become men of science.

Nearest to all things is that power which fashions their being. Next to us the grandest laws are constantly being executed. Next to us is not the workman whom we have hired, with whom we love so well to talk, but the workman whose work we are.

Trees indeed have hearts.

The perception of beauty is a moral test.

There is no treatment for adore, but to love far more.