Each time that one loves is the only time one has ever loved.
The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim. The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.
Only love can keep anyone alive.
The man with a clear conscience probably has a poor memory.
It is a very sad thing that nowadays there is so little useless information.
They are always asking a writer why he does not write like somebody else, or a painter why he does not paint like somebody else, quite oblivious of the fact that if either of them did anything of the kind he would cease to be an artist.