[Great artists] do not copy what they see, but what they desire.

Art is beauty, the perpetual invention of detail, the choice of words, the exquisite care of execution.

Sometimes he sits at your feet looking into your face with an expression so gentle and caressing that the depth of his gaze startles you.

Brevity never fatigues; therefore, brevity is always a welcome guest.

Sometimes he will sit on the carpet in front of you, looking at you with eyes so melting, so caressing and so human, that they almost frighten you, for it is impossible to believe that a soul is not there.

Books follow morals, and not morals books.

Those horses must have been Spanish jennets, born of mares mated with a zephyr; for they went as swiftly as the wind, and the moon, which had risen at our departure to give us light, rolled through the sky like a wheel detached from its carriage.