Childhood sometimes does pay a second visit to man; youth never.

We can sometimes love what we do not understand, but it is impossible completely to understand what we do not love.

A cunning mind emphatically delights in its own cunning, and is the ready prey of cunning.

A good taste is often unconscious; a just taste is always conscious.

A Canadian settler hates a tree, regards it as his natural enemy, as something to be destroyed, eradicated, annihilated by all and any means.

As the rolling stone gathers no moss, so the roving heart gathers no affections.

He that seeks popularity in art closes the door on his own genius: as he must needs paint for other minds, and not for his own.