The pest of society is egotists.

Women see through Claude Lorraines.

The secret of genius is to suffer no fiction to exist for us; to realize all that we know; in the high refinement of modern life,in arts, in sciences, in books, in men, to exact good faith, reality, and a purpose; and first, last, midst, and without end, to honor every truth by use.

What goes on around you... compares little with what goes on inside you.

Every genuine work of art has as much reason for being as the earth and the sun.

It is the same among the men and women, as among the silent trees; always a referred existence, an absence, never a presence and satisfaction. Is it, that beauty can never be grasped? In persons and in landscape is equally inaccessible?

There is a capacity of virtue in us, and there is a capacity of vice to make your blood creep.