Black is like a broken vessel, which is deprived of the capacity to contain anything.

Music cannot be called otherwise than the sister of painting, for she is dependent upon hearing, a sense second to sight, and her harmony is composed of the union of its proportional parts sounded simultaneously, rising and falling in one or more harmonic rhythms.

Who sows virtue ought to reap honour.

When the thing taken into union is perfectly adapted to that which receives it, the result is delight and pleasure and satisfaction.

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

The painter who draws by practise and judgment of the eye without the use of reason is like the mirror which reproduces within itself all the objects which are set opposite to it without knowledge of the same.

All our knowledge has its origins in our perceptions.