Look at the moon. How strange the moon seems! She is like a woman rising from a tomb. She is like a dead woman. One might fancy she was looking for dead things.

With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?

The critic has to educate the public; the artist has to educate the critic.

Technique is really personality. That is the reason why the artist cannot teach it, why the pupil cannot learn it, and why the aesthetic critic can understand it. To the great poet, there is only one method of music - his own. To the great painter, there is only one manner of painting - that which he himself employs. The aesthetic critic, and the aesthetic critic alone, can appreciate all forms and all modes. It is to him that Art makes her appeal.

A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction.

There is no sin except stupidity.

Some things are too important to be taken seriously.