When Nature begins to reveal her open secret to a man, he feels an irresistible longing for her worthiest interpreter, Art.
For all other Arts we must make some allowance; but to Greek Art alone we are always debtors.
There is no surer way of evading the world than by Art; and no surer way of uniting with it than by Art.
Even in the moments of highest happiness and deepest misery we need the Artist.
False tendencies of the senses are a kind of desire after realism, always better than that false tendency which expresses itself as idealistic longing.