Women are silver dishes into which we put golden apples.

The spectacle of Nature is always new, for she is always renewing the spectators. Life is her most exquisite invention; and death is her expert contrivance to get plenty of life.

Over all the mountain tops is peace.

Distance... is like futurity. A dim vastness is spread before our souls; the perceptions of our mind are as obscure as those of our vision... But alas! when we have attained our object, when the distant 'there' becomes the present 'here,' all is changed; we are as poor and circumscribed as ever, and our souls still languish for unattainable happiness.

Art is constitutive-the artist determines beauty. He does not take it over.

There are people who make no mistakes because they never wish to do anything worth doing.

The Evil One has left, the evil ones remain.