Nature in darkness groans and men are bound to sullen contemplation in the night: restless they turn on beds of sorrow; in their inmost brain feeling the crushing wheels, they rise, they write the bitter words of stern philosophy and knead the bread of knowledge with tears and groans.

Without contraries there is no progression.

As we are, so we see.

Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.

The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.

The Old and New Testaments are the Great Code of Art.

Pay attention to minute particulars. Take care of the little ones. Generalization and abstraction are the plea of the hypocrite, scoundrel, and knave.