God made man simple, but how he changed and got complicated is hard to say.

People can only live with their equals, and not even with them; for in the long run they cannot tolerate that someone is their equal.

Mankind? That is an abstraction. There have always been and always will be only individuals.

Beauty vanishes; virtue is lasting.

Many young painters would never have taken their pencils in hand if they could have felt, known, and understood, early enough, what really produced a master like Raphael.

When I make a mistake everyone can see it, but not when I lie.

Thou art in the end what thou art. Put on wigs with millions of curls, set thy foot upon ell-high rocks. Thou abidest ever--what thou art.