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.
Anna Brownell JamesonTalk 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.
Anna Brownell JamesonBlessed 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.
Anna Brownell Jameson