The true artist can only labor con amore.

You look at a star for two reasons, because it is luminous, and because it is impenetrable. You have beside you a sweeter radiance and a greater mystery, woman.

It is ourselves we have to fear. Prejudice is the real robber, and vice the real murderer.

If you look in the eyes of the young, you see flame. If you look in the eyes of the old, you see light.

He did not study God; he was dazzled by him.

Ideas can no more flow backward than can a river.

Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art. In a woman the flesh must be like marble; in a statue the marble must be like flesh.