“The paradox of reality is that no image is as compelling as the one which exists only in the mind's eye.”

The real lover is the man who can thrill you just by touching your head or smiling into your eyes - or just by staring into space.

The painter who draws merely by practice and by eye, without any reason, is like a mirror which copies every thing placed in front of it without being conscious of their existence.

To prejudge other men's notions before we have looked into them is not to show their darkness but to put out our own eyes.