Whoso Shrinks From Ideas Ends By Having

The Best Pleasures Of This World Are Not Quite True.

Love Has The Tendency Of Pressing Together All The Lights - All The Rays Emitted From The Beloved Object By The Burning-glass Of Fantasy, - Into One Focus, And Making Of Them One Radiant Sun Without Any Spots.

The Artist Has A Twofold Relation To Nature; He Is At Once Her Master And Her Slave.

A School Of Art Or Of Anything Else Is To Be Looked On As A Single Individual, Who Keeps Talking To Himself For A Hundred Years, And Feels An Extreme Satisfaction With His Own Circle Of Favorite Ideas, Be They Ever So Silly.

He Is Happy As Well As Great Who Needs Neither To Obey Nor To Command In Order To Be Something.