The folly of one man is the fortune of another.
Painting is the pattern of one's own nervous system being projected on canvas.
Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the Infinite.
Truth emerges more readily from error than from confusion.
One of the fathers saith . . . that old men go to death, and death comes to young men.
Revenge is a kind of wild justice, which the more a man's nature runs to, the more ought law to weed it out.