Art rests on a kind of religious sense, on a deep, steadfast earnestness; and on this account it unites so readily with religion.

How many years must a man do nothing, before he can at all know what is to be done and how to do it!

A state of true and universal tolerance is best ensured by leaving alone the peculiarities of men and peoples.

All professional men are handicapped by not being allowed to ignore things which are useless.

It would be a lowly art that allowed itself to be understood all at once.

The world is so full of simpletons and madmen, that one need not seek them in a madhouse.

Our modern wars make many unhappy while they last and none happy when they are over.