Two Touch The String, The Harp Is

A Man Of Genius Is Privileged Only As Far As He Is Genius. His Dullness Is As Insupportable As Any Other Dullness.

Art Is The Need To Create; But In Its Essence, Immense And Universal, It Is Impatient Of Working With Lame Or Tied Hands, And Of Making Cripples And Monsters, Such As All Pictures And Statues Are. Nothing Less Than The Creation Of Man And Nature Is Its End.

The Clergyman Who Lives In The City May Have Piety, But He Must Have Taste.

Thought Is The Seed Of Action.

The Wise Through Excess Of Wisdom Is Made A Fool.