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.
Tintoretto attempted to fill the line of Michelangelo with color, without tracing its principle.
Indiscriminate pursuit of perfection infallibly leads to mediocrity.
Expression alone can invest beauty with supreme and lasting command over the eye.
When we idealize the real, we sacrifice to artistic fancy.
Heaven and earth, advantages and obstacles, conspire to educate genius.