Some theories are good for nothing except to be argued about.
Knaves starve not in the land of fools.
Genius is of no country.
Nature listening stood, whilst Shakespeare play'd And wonder'd at the work herself had made.
A joke's a very serious thing.
Weak is that throne, and in itself unsound, Which takes not solid virtue for its ground.
The surest way to health, say what they will, Is never to suppose we shall be ill; Most of the ills which we poor mortals know From doctors and imagination flow.
A man really and practically looking onwards to an immortal life, on whatever grounds, exhibits to us the human soul in an enobled attitude.
One cannot be always laughing at a man without now and then stumbling on something witty.
How do you see those tree?. . . They are yellow. Well then put down yellow. And that shadow is rather blue. So render it with pure ultramarine. Those red leaves? Use vermillion.
Every time you lose an animal, it's like losing a brick from the house. Pretty soon the house just falls down, you know?