The Book of Life begins with a man and a woman in a garden. It ends with Revelations.
Marriage is hardly a thing one can do now and then, except in America.
What the artist is always looking for is the mode of existence in which soul and body are one and indivisible: in which the outward is expressive of the inward: in which form reveals.
Art persists, it timelessly continues.
Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known.
The modern sympathy with invalids is morbid. Illness of any kind is hardly a thing to be encouraged in others.