The artist is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.
The poet never asks for admiration; he wants to be believed.
Mirrors should reflect a little before throwing back images.
Art produces ugly things which frequently become beautiful with time.
Watch yourself all your life in a mirror and you'll see Death at work like bees in a glass hive.
The ear disapproves but tolerates certain musical pieces; transfer them into the domain of our nose, and we will be forced to flee.