Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.
A beautiful thing never gives so much pain as does failing to hear and see it.
Heaven-born, the soul a heavenward course must hold; beyond the world she soars; the wise man, I affirm, can find no rest in that which perishes, nor will he lend his heart to ought that doth time depend
Genius is infinite painstaking.
Beauty is the purgation of superfluities.
A man paints with his brains and not with his hands.