Life is rapid, art is slow, occasion coy, practice fallacious, and judgment partial.
Tintoretto attempted to fill the line of Michelangelo with color, without tracing its principle.
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.
Indiscriminate pursuit of perfection infallibly leads to mediocrity.
Heaven and earth, advantages and obstacles, conspire to educate genius.
Expression alone can invest beauty with supreme and lasting command over the eye.