Wisdom I know is social. She seeks her fellows. But Beauty is jealous, and illy bears the presence of a rival.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life's sores the better.

Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love.

Love is the beauty of the soul.