A cynic can chill and dishearten with a single word.
How much finer things are in composition than alone.
The sermon which I write inquisitive of truth is good a year after, but that which is written because a sermon must be writ is musty the next day.
The world is his who can see through its pretension.
As picture teaches the colouring, so sculpture the anatomy of form.
Give me truths for I am weary of the surfaces.