What sort of faults may we retain, nay, even cherish in ourselves? Those faults which are rather pleasant than offensive to others.
The world of empirical morality consists for the most part of nothing but ill will and envy.
Few men have imagination enough for reality.
One can't dull a project better than by discussing it repeatedly.
To a valet no man is a hero.
The true, prescriptive artist strives after artistic truth; the lawless artist, following blind instinct, after an appearance of naturalness. The one leads to the highest peaks of art, the other to its lowest depths.