There is nothing so unpardonable as to consent to a senseless, aimless, purposeless life.
God is the perfect poet.
All's love, yet all's law.
Where the heart lies, let the brain lie also.
White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so; life's business being just the terrible choice.
One may do whatever one likes. In art, the only thing is, to make sure that one does like it.