An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches with spire steeples which point as with a silent finger to the sky and stars.

Often do the spirits stride on before the event; and in today already walks tomorrow.

Men of genius are rarely much annoyed by the company of vulgar people, because they have a power of looking at such persons as objects of amusement of another race altogether.

As I live and am a man, this is an unexaggerated tale - my dreams become the substances of my life.

Painting is the intermediate somewhat between a thought and a thing.

I have often thought what a melancholy world this would be without children, and what an inhuman world without the aged.

Within today, tomorrow is already walking.