A man gains no possession better than a good woman, nothing more horrible than a bad one.
Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks.
If noble death be virtue's chiefest part, We above all men are by Fortune blest, Striving with freedom's crown to honor Greece, we died, and here in endless glory rest
There is no better test of a man's work than time, which also reveals the thoughts which lay hidden in his breast.
Painting is silent poetry and poetry spoken, painting.