What we have to do is to be forever curiously testing new opinions and courting new impressions

Experience, already reduced to a group of impressions, is ringed round for each one of us by that thick wall of personality through which no real voice has ever pierced on its way to us, or from us to that which we can only conjecture to be without.

Art comes to you proposing frankly to give nothing but the highest quality to your moments as they pass.

He seemed to those about him as one listening to a voice, silent for other men

Not the fruit of experience but experience itself, is the end

All art constantly aspires towards the condition of music.