Of how many women might the history be comprised in those few words - 'she lived, suffered, and was buried'!

Nature is boundless in her powers, exhausting in her variety: the powers of Art and its capabilities of variety in production are bounded on every side. Nature herself, the infinite, has circumscribed the bounds of finite Art. The one is the divinity; the other the priestess.

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.

Blessed is the memory of those who have kept themselves unspotted from the world. Yet more blessed and more dear the memory of those who have kept themselves unspotted in the world.

Never yet were the feelings and instincts of our nature violated with impunity; never yet was the voice of conscience silenced without retribution.

The true purpose of education is to cherish and unfold the seed of immortality already sown within us.

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