The artist who is not also a craftsman is no good; but, alas, most of our artists are nothing else.

Were the eye not of the sun, How could we behold the light? If God's might and ours were not as one, How could His work enchant our sight?

Music is so elevated that it is beyond the reach of intellect and there flows from it an influence which is all-potent, and which noone can explain.

Who strives always to the utmost, him can we save.

And I have again observed, my dear friend, in this trifling affair, that misunderstandings and neglect occasion more mischief in the world than even malice and wickedness. At all events, the two latter are of less frequent occurrence.

What you have inherited from your fathers, earn over again for yourselves, or it will not be yours.

Colour itself is a degree of darkness.