For what is liberty but the unhampered translation of will into act?

Art is an absolute mistress; she will not be coquetted with or slighted; she requires the most entire self-devotion, and she repays with grand triumphs.

It is closing time in the gardens of the West and from now on an artist will be judged only by the resonance of his solitude or the quality of his despair.

Translation is an act of recreation.

A free man is as jealous of his responsibilities as he is of his liberties.

All charming people have something to conceal, usually their total dependence on the appreciation of others.