Austere perseverance, hash and continuous... rarely fails of its purpose, for its silent power grows irresistible greater with time.

The brilliant passes, like the dew at morn; The true endures, for ages yet unborn.

No doubt you are right... there would be far less suffering amongst mankind if men... did not employ their imaginations so assiduously in recalling the memory of past sorrow, instead of bearing their present lot with equanimity.

Individuality of expression is the beginning and end of all art.

Everything is simpler than you think and at the same time more complex than you imagine

Collectors are happy people.

Why look for conspiracy when stupidity can explain so much