Painting Was Called Silent Poetry And Poetry

To Different Minds, The Same World Is A Hell, And A Heaven Depending On Whether They Compare It To Something Better And So Feel Disappointed And Bitter Or Something Worse And So Feel Relieved And Grateful.

There Is One Mind Common To All Individual Men

The Path Of Things Is Silent. Will They Suffer A Speaker To Go With Them?

Things Are Pretty, Graceful, Rich, Elegant, Handsome, But, Until They Speak To The Imagination, Not Yet Beautiful.

To Be Great Is To Be Misunderstood.