Men are like Geneva watches with crystal faces, which expose the whole movement.

There is hope in extravagance, there is none in routine.

We must be lovers, and at once the impossible becomes possible.

The eye is the first circle; the horizon which it forms is the second; and throughout nature this primary figure is repeated without end.

Nature and books belong to the eyes that see them.

There is no chance and anarchy in the universe. All is system and gradation. Every god is there sitting in his sphere.

I read the other day some verses written by an eminent painter which were original and not conventional. The soul always hears an admonition in such lines, let the subject be what it may. The sentiment they instil is of more value than any thought they may contain. To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men, - that is genius.