He Was Not Of An Age, But

Whosoever Loves Not Picture Is Injurious To Truth, And All The Wisdom Of Poetry. Picture Is The Invention Of Heaven, The Most Ancient And Most Akin To Nature. It Is Itself A Silent Work, And Always One And The Same Habit.

All Concord's Born Of Contraries.

Out Of Clothes Out Of Countenance, Out Of Countenance Out Of Wit.

Force Works On Servile Natures, Not The Free.

Blueness Doth Express Trueness.