I knew nothing but shadows and I thought them to be real.

Down the long and silent street, The dawn, with silver-sandaled feet, Crept like a frightened girl.

The truth about the life of a man is not what he does, but the legend which he creates around himself.

If you want to be witty, say what you think at all times

I have found that all ugly things are made by those who strive to make something beautiful, and that all beautiful things are made by those who strive to make something useful.

In fact, I am never wrong.

Alone, and without any reference to his neighbours, without any interference, the artist can fashion a beautiful thing; and if he does not do it solely for his own pleasure, he is not an artist at all.