Art—the meaning of the pattern of our common actions in reality. The cloth-of-gold that hides behind the sackcloth of reality, forced out by the pain of human memory.
People only see in us the contemptible skirt-fever which rules our actions but completely miss the beauty-hunger underlying it.
It is hard to fight with one's heart's desires; whatever it wishes to get, it purchases at the cost of the soul.
I have done so many things in my life," she said to the mirror. "Evil things, perhaps. But never unattentively, never wastefully...was I wrong?
Poverty is a great cutter-off and riches a great shutter-off.
Does not everything depend on our interpretation of the silence around us?
I suppose the secret of his success is in his tremendous idleness which almost approaches the supernatural.
