No Man Can Thoroughly Master More Than

Art Is The Microscope Of The Mind, Which Sharpens The Wit As The Other Does The Sight; And Converts Every Object Into A Little Universe In Itself. Art May Be Said To Draw Aside The Veil From Nature. To Those Who Are Perfectly Unskilled In The Practice, Unimbued With The Principles Of Art, Most Objects Present Only A Confused Mass.

The Measure Of Any Man's Virtue Is What He Would Do, If He Had Neither The Laws Nor Public Opinion, Nor Even His Own Prejudices, To Control Him.

They Are The Only Honest Hypocrites, Their Life Is A Voluntary Dream, A Studied Madness.

We Grow Tired Of Ourselves, Much More Of Other People.

There Is An Unseemly Exposure Of The Mind, As Well As Of The Body.