Higher yet and higher out of clouds and night, nearer yet and nearer rising to the light - light, serene and holy where my soul may rest, purified and lowly, sanctified and blest.

Neither a work of nature nor one of art we get to know when they have been finished; we must surprise them in the process of beingcreated so as to understand them to some degree.

Here too it’s masquerade, I find: As everywhere, the dance of mind. I grasped a lovely masked procession, And caught things from a horror show… I’d gladly settle for a false impression, If it would last a little longer, though.

Self-love exaggerates our faults as well as our virtues.

Painting and tattooing the body is a return to animalism.

Whoever strikes at marriage either by word or act undermines the foundation of all moral society.

Never let a day pass without looking at some perfect work of art, hearing some great piece of music and reading, in part, some great book.