Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, there God is dwelling too.
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.
What has reason to do with the art of painting?
There is no mistake so great as the mistake of not going on.
The fool who persists in his folly will become wise.
Nature has no outline. Imagination has.