You have just dined, and however scrupulously the slaughterhouse is concealed in the graceful distance of miles, there is complicity.

Tis good-will makes intelligence.

A mind does not receive truth as a chest receives jewels that are put into it, but as the stomach takes up food into the system. It is no longer food, but flesh, and is assimilated. The appetite and the power of digestion measure our right to knowledge. He has it who can use it. As soon as our accumulation overruns our invention or power to use, the evils of intellectual gluttony begin,— congestion of the brain, apoplexy and strangulation.

We gain the strength of the temptation we resist.

A good symbol is the best argument, and is a missionary to persuade thousands.

I do not wish to remove from my present prison to a prison a little larger. I wish to break all prisons.

Painting seems to be to the eye what dancing is to the limbs. When that has educated the frame to self-possession, to nimbleness,to grace, the steps of the dancing-master are better forgotten; so painting teaches me the splendor of color and the expression of form, and as I see many pictures and higher genius in the art, I see the boundless opulence of the pencil, the indifferency in which the artist stands free to choose out of the possible forms.