He who pretends to be either painter or engraver without being a master of drawing is an imposter.

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

Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!

When the doors of perception are cleansed, men will see things as they truly are, infinite.

He who does not imagine in stronger and better lineaments, and in stronger and better light than his perishing and mortal eye can see, does not imagine at all.

I asked a thief to steal me a peach: He turned up his eyes. I asked a lithe lady to lie her down: Holy and meek, she cries. As soon as I went An angel came. He winked at the thief And smiled at the dame- And without one word spoke Had a peach from the tree, And 'twixt earnest and joke Enjoyed the lady.

The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal; the good one really does.