It was the tenderness mingled with melancholy which we bring to a time that belongs irrevocably to the past, when a pale, delicate shadow rises from it bearing the lilies of the dead, and in it we find a forgotten likeness to ourselves. And that faint, wistful shadow, that pale scent, seemed to vanish away into a wide, full, warm stream - the life that now lay open before him.

One must conform to the baseness of an age or become neurotic.

If there is a sense of reality, there must also be a sense of possibility.

The truth is not a crystal that can be slipped into one's pocket, but an endless current into which one falls headlong.

True' and 'false' are the evasions of people who never want to arrive at a decision. Truth is something without end.

What is the use of good painting? We want a spell cast upon the optical part of our existence! We seldom really see the world, but when we do, we become as still as a picture.

You proclaim that one should die for the highest virtues, because you take it for granted that nobody's been living for them, not even for a single hour.