There is no sorrow I have thought more about than that-to love what is great, and try to reach it, and yet to fail.

... the true seeing is within; and painting stares at you with an insistent imperfection.

There is no killing the suspicion that deceit has once begotten.

Don't you meddle with me, and I won't meddle with you.

It is not true that a man's intellectual power is, like the strength of a timber beam, to be measured by its weakest point.

I think any hardship is better than pretending to do what one is paid for, and never really doing it.

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.