Genius scorns the power of gold: it is wrong. Gold is the war-scythe on its chariot, which mows down the millions of its foes, and gives free passage to the sun-coursers with which it leaves those heavenly fields of light for the gross battlefields of earth.

Intensely selfish people are always very decided as to what they wish. They do not waste their energies in considering the good of others.

Belief of some sort is the lifeblood of Art.

Flowers belong to Fairyland: the flowers and the birds and the butterflies are all that the world has kept of its golden age--the only perfectly beautiful things on earth--joyous, innocent, half divine--useless, say they who are wiser than God.

Music is not a science any more than poetry is. It is a sublime instinct, like genius of all kinds.

Emulation is active virtue; envy is brooding malice.

age is nothing but death that is conscious.