Conversation may be compared to a lyre with seven chords-philosophy, art, poetry, love, scandal, and the weather.
Anna Brownell JamesonAll my own experience of life teaches me the contempt of cunning, not the fear. The phrase "profound cunning," has always seemed to me a contradiction in terms. I never knew a cunning mind which was not either shallow, or on some point diseased.
Anna Brownell JamesonNature 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.
Anna Brownell Jameson