If the stars should appear but one night every thousand years how man would marvel and adore.

Play out the game act well your part and if the gods have blundered we will not.

Things are pretty, graceful, rich, elegant, handsome, but, until they speak to the imagination, not yet beautiful.

What I must do is all that concerns me,.

It is not length of life, but depth of life.

The imitator dooms himself to hopeless mediocrity. The inventor did it, because it was natural to him, and so in him it has a charm. In the imitator, something else is natural, and he bereaves himself of his own beauty, to come short of another man's.