What am I coming for?" he repeated, looking straight into her eyes. "You know that I have come to be where you are," he said; "I can't help it.

The true office of any faith is to give life a meaning which death cannot destroy.

Art can compel people freely, gladly, and spontaneously to sacrifice themselves in the service of man.

Just as a painter needs light in order to put the finishing touches to his picture, so I need an inner light, which I feel I never have enough of in the autumn.

It is a harmful feeling, because it disturbs advantageous and joyous, peaceful relations with other peoples, and above all produces that governmental organization under which power may fall, and does fall, into the, hands of the worst men.

We call beauty that which supplies us with a particular pleasure.

Not one word, not one gesture of yours shall I, could I, ever forget.