When we idealize the real, we sacrifice to artistic fancy.
Expression alone can invest beauty with supreme and lasting command over the eye.
Tintoretto attempted to fill the line of Michelangelo with color, without tracing its principle.
Emulation embalms the dead; envy, the vampire, blasts the living.
Heaven and earth, advantages and obstacles, conspire to educate genius.
Nature is a collective idea, and, though its essence exist in each individual of the species, can never in its perfection inhabit a single object.