When he takes the knife to the canvass the servants find him lying dead with a knife through is heart and "withered, wrinkled, and loathsome of visage." and the portrait "in all the wonders of his exquisite youth and beauty." p 349

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.

History is only gossip.

I like talking to a brick wall- it's the only thing in the world that never contradicts me!

I have grown tired of the articulate utterances of men and things. The Mystical in Art, the Mystical in Life, the Mystical in Nature this is what I am looking for. It is absolutely necessary for me to find it somewhere.

Never buy a thing you don't want merely because it is dear.

You like every one; that is to say, you are indifferent to every one.