It is a mania shared by philosophers of all ages to deny what exists and to explain what does not exist.

Man is the only creature that refuses to be what he is.

No better way is there to learn to love Nature than to understand Art. It dignifies every flower of the field. And, the boy who sees the thing of beauty which a bird on the wing becomes when transferred to wood or canvas will probably not throw the customary stone.

Any passion to collect has some meaning behind it.

I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.