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.

If we can still love those who have made us suffer, we love them all the more.

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.

Fame is that which is known to exist by the echo of its footsteps through congenial minds.

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.

Opinion has ever been stronger than law.