It Is But A Poor Eloquence Which

Excellence Is Never Granted To Man, But As The Reward Of Labour.

The Painter Of Genius Will Not Waste A Moment Upon Those Smaller Objects Which Only Serve To Catch The Sense, To Divide The Attention, And To Counteract His Great Design Of Speaking To The Heart.

The Distinct Blue, Red, And Yellow Colors... Though They Have Not The Kind Of Harmony Which Is Produced By A Variety Of Broken And Transparent Colors, Have The Effect Of Grandeur.

Certainly, Nothing Can Be More Simple Than Monotony.

No Art Can Be Grafted With Success On Another Art. For Though They All Profess The Same Origin, And To Proceed From The Same Stock, Yet Each Has Its Own Peculiar Modes Both Of Imitating Nature And Of Deviating From It... The Deviation, More Especially, Will Not Bear Transplantation To Another Soil.