He who possesses science and art, Possesses religion as well; He who possesses neither of these, Had better have religion.

Our hands we open of our own free will, and the good flies, which we can never recall.

I have always paid attention to the merits of my enemies, and found it an advantage.

I am a part of the part that at first was all, part of the darkness that gave birth to the light, that supercilious light which now disputes with Mother Night her ancient rank and space, and yet cannot succeed; no matter how it struggles, it sticks to matter and can't get free. Light flows from substance, makes it beautiful.

Many young painters would never have taken their pencils in hand if they could have felt, known, and understood, early enough, what really produced a master like Raphael.

Thou art in the end what thou art. Put on wigs with millions of curls, set thy foot upon ell-high rocks. Thou abidest ever--what thou art.

Mountains cannot be surmounted except by winding paths.