We are all snobs of the Infinite, parvenus of the Eternal.
Life is like an onion: you peel off layer after layer and then you find there is nothing in it.
There are people who don't say a thing and sound magnificent!
Let there be no mincing of comparisons in this assertion. Not Turner, not Monet, painted so directly blinding shafts of sunlight as has this Spaniard.
Great art is an instant arrested in eternity.
Married men make the best husbands.