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

Thoughts and emotions which never perhaps were in the mind of the artist, never were anticipated, never were intended by him - may be strongly suggested by his work. This is an important part of the morals of art, which we must never lose sight of. Art is not only for pleasure and profit, but for good and for evil.

Nature and truth are one, and immutable, and inseparable as beauty and love.

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.

In our relations with the people around us, we forgive them more readily for what they do, which they can help, than for what they are, which they cannot help.

Talk without truth is the hollow brass; talk without love is like the tinkling cymbal, and when it does not tinkle it jingles, and when it does not jingle, it jars.

The moment one begins to solder right and wrong together, one's conscience becomes like a piece of plated goods.