The new vulcanism is really a daring attempt to connect the present, incomprehensible world to a past, unknown one.

Each has his own happiness in his hands, as the artist handles the rude clay he seeks to reshape it into a figure; yet it is the same with this art as with all others: only the capacity for it is innate; the art itself must be learned and painstakingly practiced.

Where confidence is wanting, the most beautiful flower in the garland of love is missing.

Truth is contrary to our nature, not so error, and this for a very simple reason: truth demands that we should recognize ourselves as limited, error flatters us that, in one way or another, we are unlimited.

Assuredly there is no more lovely worship of God than that for which no image is required, but which springs up in our breast spontaneously when nature speaks to the soul, and the soul speaks to nature face to face.

There are situations in which hope and fear run together, in which they mutually destroy one another and lose themselves in dull indifference.

He who has a task to perform must know how to take sides, or he is quite unworthy of it.