I never forget a face, but in your case I'll make an exception.

You know I have loved him always. But we are very poor. Who, being loved, is poor? Oh, no one. I hate my riches. They are a burden.

The poet is the supreme artist, for he is the master of colour and of form, and the real musician besides, and is lord over all life and all arts.

I am a man of simple pleasures. The best suits me perfectly.

Ideals are dangerous things. Realities are better. They wound, but they're better.

What men call the shadow of the body is not the shadow of the body, but is the body of the soul.

It is only an auctioneer who can equally and impartially admire all schools of art.