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.
The breath of the mind is attention.
Logic works, metaphysics contemplates.
Beautiful works do not intoxicate, but they enchant.
We live in an age in which superfluous ideas abound and essential ideas are lacking.
There are people who are virtuous only in a piece-meal way; virtue is a fabric from which they never make themselves a whole garment.