Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks.

When malice is joined to envy, there is given forth poisonous and feculent matter, as ink from the cuttle-fish.

Nor let us part with justice, like a cheap and common thing, for a small and trifling price.

Custom is almost a second nature.

Words will build no walls.

As soft wax is apt to take the stamp of the seal, so are the minds of young children to receive the instruction imprinted on them.

Courage stands halfway between cowardice and rashness, one of which is a lack, the other an excess of courage.