A school of art or of anything else is to be looked on as a single individual, who keeps talking to himself for a hundred years, and feels an extreme satisfaction with his own circle of favorite ideas, be they ever so silly.

Life is but a preparation for what there is to come.

There is nothing in the world more pitiable than an irresolute man, oscillating between two feelings, who would willingly unite the two and who does not perceive that nothing can unite them

No one feels himself easy in a garden which does not look like the open country.

Idea and experience will never coincide in the center; only through art and action are they united.

Originality provokes originality.

I do not know myself, and God forbid that I should.