Great is paint; nay, God is the painter; and we rightly accuse the critic who destroys too many illusions. Society does not love its unmaskers.

If, at any time, it comes into my head, that a present is due from me to somebody, I am puzzled what to give, until the opportunity is gone.

The inquiry leads us to that source, at once the essence of genius, of virtue, and of life, which we call Spontaneity or Instinct.

A forte always makes a foible.

Others can get in your way temporarily, but only you can get out of your way permanently. Our best thoughts come from others.

The world is young: the former great men call to us affectionately. We too must write Bibles, to unite again the heavens and the earthly world.

The world of men show like a comedy without laughter: populations, interests, government, history; 't is all toy figures in a toyhouse.