Every author in some way portrays himself in his works, even if it be against his will.

Thus one can observe that those who proclaim piety as their goal and purpose usually turn into hypocrites.

No limit, no definition, may restrict the range or depth of the human spirit's passage into its own secrets or the world's.

Mannerism is always longing to have done, and has no true enjoyment in work. A genuine, really great talent, on the other hand, has its greatest happiness in execution.

Habit is a man's sole comfort. We dislike doing without even unpleasant things to which we have become accustomed.

The mediator of the inexpressible is the work of art.

Wherever a man may happen to turn, whatever a man may undertake, he will always end up by returning to that path which nature has marked out for him.