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
Now art should never try to be popular. The public should try to make itself artistic.
He knew the precise psychological moment when to say nothing.
The basis of action is lack of imagination. It is the last resource of those who know not how to dream.
The tragedy of the poor is that they can afford nothing but self denial.
Wisdom comes with winters