Painting is that pleasant amusement...being one of the means whereby…

In picture we never die, never decay, or grow older.

The theatre gives us representations of things..., and there we see a sort of moving, speaking pictures, but these are transient; whereas painting remains and is always at hand.

Words paint to the imagination, but every man forms the thing to himself in his own way.

The pleasure that painting as a dumb art give us, is like what we have from music; its beautiful forms, colours and harmony are to the eye what sounds and the harmony...are to the ear.

Tea is a work of art and needs a master hand to bring out its noblest qualities.

True Genius, like Armida’s wand, Can raise the spring from barren land. While all the art of Imitation, Is pilf’ring from the first creation.