Life is rapid, art is slow, occasion coy, practice fallacious, and judgment partial.
Emulation embalms the dead; envy, the vampire, blasts the living.
Expression alone can invest beauty with supreme and lasting command over the eye.
Indiscriminate pursuit of perfection infallibly leads to mediocrity.
When we idealize the real, we sacrifice to artistic fancy.
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.