Life is rapid, art is slow, occasion coy, practice fallacious, and judgment partial.

The price of excellence is labor, and time that of immortality.

Nature is a collective idea, and, though its essence exist in each individual of the species, can never in its perfection inhabit a single object.

When we idealize the real, we sacrifice to artistic fancy.

Ancient art was the tyrant of Egypt, the mistress of Greece and the servant of Rome.

Expression alone can invest beauty with supreme and lasting command over the eye.

Raffael's drapery is the assistant of character, in Michelangelo it envelopes grandeur it is in Reubens the ponderous robe of pomp.

Our ideas are the offspring of our senses we are not more able to create the form of a being we have not seen, without retrospect to one we know, than we are able to create a new sense. He whose fancy has conceived an idea of the most beautiful form must have composed it from actual existence.

Emulation embalms the dead envy, the vampire, blasts the living.

Art among a religious race produces reliques [sic] among a military one, trophies among a commercial one, articles of trade.

Tintoretto attempted to fill the line of Michelangelo with color, without tracing its principle.

Indiscriminate pursuit of perfection infallibly leads to mediocrity.

All actions and attitudes of children are graceful because they are the luxuriant and immediate offspring of the moment - divested of affectation and free from all pretense.

The superiority of the Greeks seems not so much the result of climate and society, as of the simplicity of their end and the uniformity of their means.