Imagination is the eye of the soul.

Reason is a bee, and exists only on what it makes; his usefulness takes the place of beauty.

Beautiful works do not intoxicate, but they enchant.

The ordinary true, or purely real, cannot be the object of the arts. Illusion on a ground of truth,--that is the secret of the fine arts.

Today there are no more irreconcilable enmities, because there are no more disinterested emotions: that's a good thing born from a bad thing.

All gardeners live in beautiful places because they make them so.

Young authors give their brains much exercise and little food.