For just when ideas fail, a word comes in to save the situation.

Not art and science only, but patience will be required for the work.

Do people conform to the instructions of us old ones? Each thinks he must know best about himself, and thus many are lost entirely.

The work of art may have a moral effect, but to demand moral purpose from the artist is to make him ruin his work.

One criticizes the English for carrying their teapots wherever they go, even lugging them up Mount Etna. But doesn't every nationhave its teapot, in which, even when traveling, it brews the dried bundles of herbs brought from home?

When an idea is wanting, a word can always be found to take its place.

Time is my estate: to Time I'm heir.