In the art of design, color is to form what verse is to prose,--a more harmonious and luminous vehicle of the thought. — Anna Brownell Jameson Copy Share Image
A cunning mind emphatically delights in its own cunning, and is the ready prey of cunning. — Anna Brownell Jameson Copy Share Image
Reputation being essentially contemporaneous, is always at the mercy of the Envious and the Ignorant. But Fame, whose very birth is posthumous, and which… — Anna Brownell Jameson Copy Share Image
What we truly and earnestly aspire to be, that in some sense we are. — Anna Brownell Jameson Copy Share Image
He that seeks popularity in art closes the door on his own genius: as he must needs paint for other minds, and not for… — Anna Brownell Jameson Copy Share Image
Conflict, which rouses up the best and highest powers in some characters, in others not only jars the whole being, but paralyzes the faculties. — Anna Brownell Jameson Copy Share Image
Satan--the impersonation of that mixture of the bestial, the malignant, the impious, and the hopeless, which constitute the fiend--the enemy of all that is… — Anna Brownell Jameson Copy Share Image
Nature and truth are one, and immutable, and inseparable as beauty and love. — Anna Brownell Jameson Copy Share Image
A good taste in art feels the presence or the absence of merit; a just taste discriminates the degree--the poco piu and the poco… — Anna Brownell Jameson Copy Share Image
Avarice is to the intellect what sensuality is to the morals. — Anna Brownell Jameson Copy Share Image
The moment one begins to solder right and wrong together, one's conscience becomes like a piece of plated goods. — Anna Brownell Jameson Copy Share Image
In our relations with the people around us, we forgive them more readily for what they do, which they can help, than for what… — Anna Brownell Jameson Copy Share Image
I have much more confidence in the charity which begins in the home and diverges into a large humanity, than in the world-wide philanthropy… — Anna Brownell Jameson Copy Share Image
When we talk of leaving our childhood behind us, we might as well say that the river flowing onward to the sea had left… — Anna Brownell Jameson Copy Share Image
If we can still love those who have made us suffer, we love them all the more. — Anna Brownell Jameson Copy Share Image
