But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face.

Great passions are for the great of soul, and great events can be seen only by those who are on a level with them

One's dreams must be big enough so as not to lose sight of them.

He watched it with that strange interest in trivial things that we try to develop when things of high import make us afraid, or when we are stirred by some new emotion for which we cannot find expression.

Though one can dine in New York, one could not dwell there.

The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.

The only one you need in your life is that person who shows you he needs you in his.