A talent is formed in stillness, a character in the world's torrent.
Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time.
What a torment it is to see so much loveliness passing and repassing before us, and yet not dare to lay hold of it!
The mediator of the inexpressible is the work of art.
What we don't understand we don't possess.
Let's plunge ourselves into the roar of time, the whirl of accident; may pain and pleasure, success and failure, shift as they will -- it's only action that can make a man.