Painting Is Silent Poetry, And Poetry Is

The Process May Seem Strange And Yet It Is Very True. I Did Not So Much Gain The Knowledge Of Things By The Words, As Words By The Experience I Had Of Things.

I Am All That Hath Been, And Is, And Shall Be; And My Veil No Mortal Has Hitherto Raised.

It Is Part Of A Good Man To Do Great And Noble Deeds, Though He Risk Everything.

What Can They Suffer That Do Not Fear To Die?

The Human Heart Becomes Softened By Hearing Of Instances Of Gentleness And Consideration.