But the eyes, though they are no sailors, will never be satisfied with any model, however fashionable, which does not answer all the requisitions of art.

We cannot well do without our sins; they are the highway of our virtue.

It is strange to talk of miracles, revelations, inspiration, and the like, as things past, while love remains.

Love must be as much a light as it is a flame.

The highest that we can attain to is not Knowledge, but Sympathy with Intelligence.

Heal yourselves, doctors; by God I live.

But, commonly, men are as much afraid of love as of hate.