One is never satisfied with a portrait of persons whom one knows. That is why I have always pitied portraitists. One demands so seldom of others the impossible, but demands just that of the portraitists.

He who cannot love must learn to flatter.

A man does not mind being blamed for his faults, and being punished for them, and he patiently suffers much for them; but he becomes impatient if he is required to give them up.

The beautiful is a phenomenon which is never apparent of itself, but is reflected in a thousand different works of the creator.

Names are but noise and smoke, Obscuring heavenly light.

Oh, happy he who still hopes he can emerge from Error's boundless sea! - Faust.

I bid the chords sweet music make, And all must follow in my wake.