I look on Sculpture as history. I do not think the Apollo and the Jove impossible in flesh and blood. Every trait the artist recorded in stone, he had seen in life, and better than his copy.

Health, south wind, books, old trees, a boat, a friend.

As there is a use in medicine for poisons, so the world cannot move without rogues.

Every advantage has its tax.

Enthusiasm is the leaping lightning, not to be measured by the horse-power of the understanding

I covet truth; beauty is unripe childhood's cheat; I leave it behind with the games of youth.

Life is a festival only to the wise. Seen from the nook and chimneyside of prudence, it wears a ragged and dangerous front.