Thou makest the man, O Sorrow!--yes, the whole man,--as the crucible gold.
Sad is his lot, who, once at least in his life, has not been a poet.
Photography is better than art. It is a solar phenomenon in which the artist collaborates with the sun.
Exquisite beauty resides rather in the female form than face, where it is also more lasting.
Civil wars leave nothing but tombs.
Silence,--the applause of real and durable impressions.