The voice of the majority is no proof of justice.
Cling to thy native land, for it is the land of thy fathers?
Rigor pushed too far is sure to miss its aim, however good, as the bow snaps that is bent too stiffly.
Truth lives on in the midst of deception.
The painter is, as to the execution of his work, a mechanic; but as to his conception and spirit and design he is hardly below even the poet.
There is no such thing as chance; and what seem to us merest accident springs from the deepest source of destiny.