We are so constituted that we believe the most incredible things; and, once they are engraved upon the memory, woe to him who would endeavor to erase them.

As beauteous is the world, and many a joy Floats through its wide dominion. But, alas, When we would seize the winged good, it flies.

What people call the spirit of the times is mostly their own spirit in which the times mirror themselves.

He who does not think much of himself is much more esteemed than he imagines.

Colour itself is a degree of darkness.

Painting predicates what man wants to see, and what man ought to see, not what he ordinarily sees.

Who is sure of their own motives can in confidence advance or retreat.