The life of man is a self-evolving circle, which, from a ring imperceptibly small, rushes on all sides outwards to new and largercircles, and that without end.

Anger is that powerful internal force that blows out the light of reason.

Each is liable to panic, which is exactly, the terror of ignorance surrendered to the imagination. Knowledge is the encourager, knowledge that takes fear out of the heart, knowledge and use, which is knowledge in practice. They can conquer who believe they can. It is he who has done the deed once who does not shrink from attempting again.

The sky is the ultimate art gallery just above us.

There is a blessed necessity by which the interest of men is always driving them to the right; and, again, making all crime mean and ugly.

He cumbers himself never about consequences, about interests; he gives an independent, genuine verdict. You must court him: he does not court you. But the man is, as it were, clapped into jail by his consciousness.

There is no way to success in art but to take off your coat, grind paint, and work like a digger on the railroad, all day and every day.