Painting predicates what man wants to see, and what man ought to see, not what he ordinarily sees.

I bid the chords sweet music make, And all must follow in my wake.

The mortal race is far too weak not to grow dizzy on unwonted brights.

You must be either the servant or the master, the hammer or the anvil.

I am fully convinced that the soul is indestructible, and its activity will continue through eternity.

What by a straight path cannot be reached by crooked ways is never won.

Nothing is more disgusting than the majority: because it consists of a few powerful predecessors, of rogues who adapt themselves, of weak who assimilate themselves, and the masses who imitate without knowing at all what they want.