Democracy with its semi-civilization sincerely cherishes junk. The artists power should be spiritual. But the power of the majority is material. When these worlds meet occasionally, it is pure coincidence.
It is a great difficulty and a great necessity to have to start with the smallest.
Everything vanishes round me and good works rise from me of their own accord.
I still come closest to success with drawing.
A drawing is simply a line going for a walk.
Beauty is as relative as light and dark. Thus, there exists no beautiful woman, none at all, because you are never certain that a still far more beautiful woman will not appear and completely shame the supposed beauty of the first.