There never has been an artistic age, or an artistic people, since the beginning of the world. The artist has always been, and will always be, an exquisite exception.

Popularity is the crown of laurel which the world puts on bad art. Whatever is popular is wrong.

To give an accurate description of what has never occurred is not merely the proper occupation of the historian, but the inalienable privilege of any man of parts and culture.

The British cook, for her iniquities, is a foolish woman who should be turned into a pillar of salt which she never knows how to use.