All men are poets at heart. They serve nature for bread, but her loveliness overcomes them sometimes.
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.
God enters by a private door into every individual.
As soon as a child has left the room his strewn toys become affecting.
Every great achievement is the victory of a flaming heart.
God never jests with us, and will not compromise the end of nature, by permitting any inconsequence in its procession.