Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting with the gift of speech.

A man gains no possession better than a good woman, nothing more horrible than a bad one.

There is no better test of a man's work than time, which also reveals the thoughts which lay hidden in his breast.

Not even the gods fight against necessity.

Painting is silent poetry and poetry spoken, painting.

Go tell the Spartans, Passerby, That here, obedient to their laws, We lie.

If noble death be virtue's chiefest part, We above all men are by Fortune blest, Striving with freedom's crown to honor Greece, we died, and here in endless glory rest.