Man was made for joy and woe, and when this we rightly know through the world we safely go. Joy and woe are woven fine, a clothing for the soul to bind.

Commerce is so far from being beneficial to arts, or to empire, that it is destructive of both, as all their history shows, for the above reason of individual merit being its great hatred. Empires flourish till they become commercial, and then they are scattered abroad to the four winds.

The Woman that does not love your Frowns Will never embrace your smiles.

First thought is best in Art, second in other matters.

Forgive what you do not approve & love me for this energetic exertion of my talent

The world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine bosom into which we shall all go after death of the vegetative body.

If others had not been foolish, we should be so.