You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

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.

Love seeketh only self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.

He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars: general Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite, and flatterer, for Art and Science cannot exist but in minutely organized Particulars.

I see through my eyes, not with them.

Art can never exist without naked beauty displayed.

The Man who pretends to be a modest enquirer into the truth of a self-evident thing is a Knave.