People fashion their God after their own understanding. They make their God first and worship him afterwards.

And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart

The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim. The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.

A work of art is the unique result of a unique temperament.

Give children beauty, not the record of bloody slaughters and barbarous brawls, as they call history, or of the latitude and longitude of places nobody cares to visit, as they call geography.

Anybody can have common sense, provided that they have no imagination.

Be moderate in all things, including moderation.