Why should we not recognize in the lightning, the thunder, and the storm wind, the approach of an overwhelming Power, and in the scent of flowers and the gently rustling zephyr the presence of a Being full of love?

Give me the benefit of your convictions, if you have any; but keep your doubts to yourself, for I have enough of my own.

Higher aims are in themselves more valuable, even if unfulfilled, than lower ones quite attained.

Art is in itself noble; that is why the artist has no fear of what is common. This, indeed, is already ennobled when he takes it up.

Doesn't surprise me that Christ our Lord preferred to live with whores and sinners, seeing I go in for that myself.

To be loved for what one is, that is the greatest exception. The great majority love in others only what they lend him; their own selves, their version of him.

The artist who is not also a craftsman is no good; but, alas, most of our artists are nothing else.