I find him in the curves of certain lines, in the loveliness and subtleties of certain colours.

Life cheats us with shadows. We ask it for pleasure. It gives it to us with bitterness and disappointment in its train.

In the old days men had the rack. Now they have the Press.

No art ever survived censorship; no art ever will.

I am not at all cynical, I have merely got experience, which, however, is very much the same thing.

In art, the public accept what has been, because they cannot alter it, not because they appreciate it. They swallow their classics whole, and never taste them.

To shut one's eyes to half of life that one may live securely is as though one blinded oneself that one might walk with more safety in a land of pit and precipice.