If A Man's Wit Be Wandering, Let

There Was A Young Man In Rome That Was Very Like Augustus Caesar; Augustus Took Knowledge Of It And Sent For The Man, And Asked Him "was Your Mother Never At Rome?" He Answered "no Sir; But My Father Was."

The Less People Speak Of Their Greatness, The More We Think Of It.

Painting Is The Pattern Of One's Own Nervous System Being Projected On Canvas.

Everybody Has His Own Interpretation Of A Painting He Sees.

I Had Rather Believe All The Fables In The Legend, And The Talmud, And The Alcoran, Than That This Universal Frame Is Without A Mind.