A Work Is Perfectly Finished

In The Interchange Of Thought Use No Coin But Gold And Silver.

Taste Is The Literary Conscience Of The Soul.

Genius Begins Great Works; Labor Alone Finishes Them.

I Do Not Call Reason That Brutal Reason Which Crushes With Its Weight What Is Holy And Sacred, That Malignant Reason Which Delights In The Errors It Succeeds In Discovering, That Unfeeling And Scornful Reason Which Insults Credulity.

Genius Is The Ability To See Things Invisible, To Manipulate Things Intangible, To Paint Things That Have No Features