There is nothing that you may not get people to believe in if you will only tell it them loud enough and often enough, till the welkin rings with it.
What Raffaelle has left us must be to the glories he imagined as the weaver's dye to the sunset's fire.
A woman's violence is a mighty power; before it reason recoils unnerved, justice quails appalled, and peace perishes like a burnt-up scroll; it is a sand-storm, before which courage can do but little: the bravest man can but fall on his face and let it rage on above him.
A very trustful woman believes in her lover's fidelity with her heart; a very vain woman believes in it with her head.
From the moment that another life has any empire on ours, peace is gone.
Art spreads around us a profound and noble repose, but passion enters it, and then art grows restless and troubled as the deep sea at the call of the whirlwind.