Death is delightful. Death is dawn The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.
Grant that the true organ with which the beautiful is apprehended is the imagination and it follows that all arts are likely to affect the feelings indirectly.
An art aims above all at producing something beautiful which affects not...
Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between...
I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination...
I am really only myself when I'm somebody else whom I have endowed with...
