The Best Work Never Was And Never

Nature Is Painting For Us, Day After Day, Pictures Of Infinite Beauty.

My Entire Delight Was In Observing Without Being Myself Noticed,- If I Could Have Been Invisible, All The Better. . . To Be In The Midst Of It, And Rejoice And Wonder At It, And Help It If I Could, - Happier If It Needed No Help Of Mine, - This Was The Essential Love Of Nature In Me, This The Root Of All That I Have Usefully Become, And The Light Of All That I Have Rightly Learned.

No Good Is Ever Done To Society By The Pictorial Representation Of Its Diseases.

Painting With All Its Technicalities, Difficulties, And Peculiar Ends, Is Nothing But A Noble And Expressive Language, Invaluable As The Vehicle Of Thought, But By Itself Nothing.

What Is Poetry? The Suggestion, By The Imagination, Of Noble Grounds For The Noble Emotions.