The ordinary true, or purely real, cannot be the object of the arts. Illusion on a ground of truth,--that is the secret of the fine arts.
The mind is the atmosphere of the soul.
The mind conceives with pain, but it brings forth with delight.
Ornaments were invented by modesty.
Truth consists of having the same idea about something that God has.
The voice is a human sound which nothing inanimate can perfectly imitate. It has an authority and an insinuating property which writing lacks. It is not merely so much air, but air modulated and impregnated with life.