A painter told me that nobody could draw a tree without in some sort becoming a tree; or draw a child by studying the outlines of its form merely but by watching for a time his motions and plays, the painter enters into his nature and can then draw him at every attitude.

The eye is easily frightened.

The Gothic cathedral is a blossoming in stone subdued by the insatiable demand of harmony in man.

The solitary knows the essence of the thought, the scholar in society only its fair face.

The laws of each are convertible into the laws of any other.

If thought makes free, so does the moral sentiment. The mixtures of spiritual chemistry refuse to be analyzed.

Look out! Behind you!