Limited in his nature, infinite in his desires, man is a fallen god who remembers the heavens.
The photographer will never replace the painter; one is a man, the other a machine. Let us compare them no longer. (1848)
Ink is the transcript of thought.
History teaches everything, even the future.
Inspiration is solitary, never consecutive.
Poets and heroes are of the same race, the latter do what the former conceive.