Sculpture and painting have the effect of teaching us manners and abolishing hurry.
We put our love where we have put our labor.
The populace drags down the gods to their own level.
A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.
Beware when the great God lets loose a thinker on this planet.
If the vast and the spiritual are omitted, so are the practical and the moral.