We Chase Dreams And Embrace Shadows.

It Is Not Customary To Love What One Has.

What Can Be More Foolish Than To Think That All This Rare Fabric Of Heaven And Earth Could Come By Chance, When All The Skill Of Art Is Not Able To Make An Oyster!

In Art As In Love, Instinct Is Enough.

The Duty Of Literature Is To Note What Counts, And To Light Up What Is Suited To The Light. If It Ceases To Choose And To Love, It Becomes Like A Woman Who Gives Herself Without Preference.

The Law ... Allows Rich As Well As Poor To Sleep Under Bridges.