Art finds her own perfection within, and not outside of, herself. She is not to be judged by any external standard of resemblance.

You have never been poor, and never known what ambition is.

We have really everything in common with America nowadays, except, of course, language.

The world is made by the singer for the dreamer.

Biography lends to death a new terror.

What is beautiful is a joy for all seasons.

Dear little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘you tell me of marvelous things, but more marvelous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is no Mystery so great as Misery.