The Excellence Of Every Art,

Reform Is A Work Of Time; A National Taste, However Wrong It May Be, Cannot Be Totally Changed At Once.

If Deceiving The Eye Were The Only Business Of The Art... The Minute Painter Would Be More Apt To Succeed. But It Is Not The Eye, It Is The Mind Which The Painter Of Genius Desires To Address.

An Eye Critically Nice Can Only Be Formed By Observing Well-colored Pictures With Attention.

A Mere Copier Of Nature Can Never Produce Any Thing Great, Can Never Raise And Enlarge The Conceptions, Or Warm The Heart Of The Spectator.

Excellence Is Never Granted To Man But As The Reward Of Labor. It Argues No Small Strength Of Mind To Persevere In Habits Of Industry Without The Pleasure Of Perceiving Those Advances, Which, Like The Hand Of A Clock, Whilst They Make Hourly Approaches To Their Point, Yet Proceed So Slowly As To Escape Observation.