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

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.

Conflict, which rouses up the best and highest powers in some characters, in others not only jars the whole being, but paralyzes the faculties.

To reason from analogy is often dangerous, but to illustrate by a fanciful analogy is sometimes a means by which we light an idea, as it were, into the understanding of another.

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

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.

Now, it is a good sanitary principle, that what is curative is preventive.