The artist alone sees spirits. But after he has told of their appearing to him, everybody sees them.

A vi'let on the meadow grew, That no one saw, that no one knew, It was a modest flower. A shepherdess pass'd by that way-- Light footed, pretty and so gay; That way she came, Softly warbling forth her lay.

I am what I am, so take me as I am!.

Art is long, life is short; judgement difficult, opportunity transient.

With the growth of knowledge our ideas must from time to time be organized afresh. The change takes place usually in accordance with new maxims as they arise, but it always remains provisional.

Every day look at a beautiful picture, read a beautiful poem, listen to some beautiful music, and if possible, say some reasonable thing.

There is nothing in the world more shameful than establishing one's self on lies and fables.