Everything perfect in its kind has to transcend its own kind, it must become something different and incomparable. In some notes the nightingale is still a bird; then it rises above its class and seems to suggest to every winged creature what singing is truly like.

To be sure, we have inherited abilities, but our development we owe to thousands of influences coming from the world around us from which we appropriate what we can and what is suitable to us.

To live as one likes is plebian the noble man aspires to order and law.

In art, the best is good enough.

Even the lowliest, provided he is whole, can be happy, and in his own . way, perfect.

As long as you don't practice it, this dying and becoming, You are only a dreary guest on this dark earth.

Where I cannot be moral, my power is gone.