A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.

Art imitates nature as well as it can, as a pupil follows his master; thus it is a sort of grandchild of God.

Everyone should know nowadays the unimportance of the photographic in art—that truth, life, or reality is an organic thing which the poetic imagination can represent or suggest, in essence, only through transformation, through changing into other forms than those which were merely present in appearance.

I cannot live without books, but fewer will suffice where amusement, and not use, is the only future object.

Modesty is a virtue not often found among poets, for almost every one of them thinks himself the greatest in the world.