The way to write is to throw your body at the mark when your arrows are spent.

That which shows God in me, fortifies me. That which shows God out of me, makes me a wart and a wen.

The picture waits for my verdict; it is not to command me, but I am to settle its claim to praise.

Throw a stone into the stream and the ripples that propagate themselves are the beautiful type of all influence.

The tendencies of the times favor the idea of self-government, and leave the individual, for all code, to the rewards and penalties of his own constitution, which work with more energy than we believe, whilst we depend on artificial restraints.

Our admiration of the antique is not admiration of the old, but of the natural.

All high beauty has a moral element in it.