Could we teach taste or genius by rules, they would be no longer taste and genius.

There is no expedient to which a man will not resort to avoid the real labor of thinking.

The real character of a man is found out by his amusements.

Few have been taught to any purpose who have not been their own teachers.

A room hung with pictures is a room hung with thoughts.

Our Exhibitions [The Royal Academy] have... a mischievous tendency, by seducing the Painter to an ambition of pleasing indiscriminately the mixed multitude of people who resort to them.

Art in its perfection is not ostentatious; it lies hid and works its effect, itself unseen.

The great end of all arts is to make an impression on the imagination and the feeling. The imitation of nature frequently does this. Sometimes it fails and something else succeeds.

A mere copier of nature can never produce anything great.

Taste depends upon those finer emotions which make the organization of the soul.

Genius is supposed to be a power of producing excellences which are put of the reach of the rules of art: a power which no precepts can teach, and which no industry can acquire.

Such elusive puzzles recall the historian's basic dilemma: the absence of evidence does not always signify evidence of absence. In the end, we will likely never know.

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.

I have been uncompromising, peppery, intractable, monomaniacal, tactless, volatile, and oftentimes disagreeable... I suppose I'm larger than life.

Too often, sales reps simply regurgitate their presentations and expect to land the sale. It doesn't work.

For all Men would be Cowards if they durst: And Honesty's against all common Sense.

Kisses are the remnants of paradise.

I don't want to be known as the Hilton heiress, because I didn't do anything for that.

You never heard ofplugging her in ? My God, Myrnin, you made a vampire computer?

I looked through a lens and ended up abandoning everything else.

She wore a wreath of roses, The night that first we met.