It Is But A Poor Eloquence Which

Invention Strictly Speaking, Is Little More Than A New Combination Of Those Images Which Have Been Previously Gathered And Deposited In The Memory; Nothing Can Come From Nothing.

Perhaps Blue, Red, And Yellow Strike The Mind More Forcibly From There Not Being Any Great Union Between Them, As Martial Music, Which Is Intended To Rouse The Nobler Passions.

Taste Depends Upon Those Finer Emotions Which Make The Organization Of The Soul.

I Wish You To Be Persuaded That Success In Your Art Depends Almost Entirely On Your Own Industry; But The Industry Which I Principally Recommend Is Not The Industry Of The Hands, But Of The Mind.

What Is A Well-chosen Collection Of Pictures, But Walls Hung Round With Thoughts?