Artists in each of the arts seek after and care for nothing but love.

In these times I don't, in a manner of speaking, know what I want; perhaps I don't want what I know and want what I don't know.

Books that distribute things... with as daring a freedom as we use in dreams, put us on our feet again.

Who can wonder at the attractiveness... of the bar, for our ambitious young men, when the highest bribes of society are at the feet of the successful orator?

Saturn seems to have impressed the seal of melancholy on me from the beginning.

[Artists] love to immerse themselves in chaos in order to put it into form, just as God created form out of chaos in Genesis. Forever unsatisfied with the mundane, the apathetic, the conventional, they always push on to newer worlds.