The world is rid of Lord Byron, but the deadly slime of his touch still remains.
I never saw an ugly thing in my life.
It will be difficult to name a class of landscape in which the sky is not the key note, the standard of scale, and the chief organ of sentiment.
I do not consider myself at work unless I am before a six-foot canvas.
When I sit down to make a sketch from nature, the first thing I try to do is to forget that I have ever seen a picture.
Painting is a science, and should be pursued as an inquiry into the laws of nature. Why, then, may not landscape painting be considered as a branch of natural philosophy, of which pictures are but the experiments?