Everything about Florence seems to be colored with a mild violet, like diluted wine.
One doesn't defend one's god: one's god is in himself a defense.
It is art that makes life, makes interest, makes importance, for our consideration and application of these things, and I know of no substitute whatever for the force and beauty of its process.
When I am wicked I am in high spirits.
To kill a human being is, after all, the least injury you can do him.
Of course you're always at liberty to judge the critic. Judge people as critics, however, and you'll condemn them all!