Romance is the truth of imagination and boyhood. Homer's horses clear the world at a bound. The child's eye needs no horizon… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
Whatever is pure is also simple. It does not keep the eye on itself. The observer forgets the window in the landscape… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
It is supposable that, in the eyes of angels, a struggle down a dark lane and a battle of Leipsic differ in… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
Talents, to strike the eye of posterity, should be concentrated. Rays, powerless while they are scattered, burn in a point. — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
What philosopher of the schoolroom, with the mental dowry of four summers, ever questions the power of the wand that opened the… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
Art, not less eloquently than literature, teaches her children to venerate the single eye. Remember Matsys. His representations of miser-life are breathing.… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
Books, of which the principles are diseased or deformed, must be kept on the shelf of the scholar, as the man of… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
In literature and art memory is a synonym for invention. It is the life-blood of imagination, which faints and dies when the veins are… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
Poetical taste is the only magician whose wand is not broken. No hand, except its own, can dissolve the fabric of beauty in which… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
Some gifted adventurer is always sailing round the world of art and science, to bring home costly merchandise from every port. — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
Taste is not stationary. It grows every day, and is improved by cultivation, as a good temper is refined by religion. In its most… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
The gloomy recess of an ecclesiastical library is like a harbor, into which a far-traveling curiosity has sailed with its freight, and cast anchor.… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
Romance is the truth of imagination and boyhood. Homer's horses clear the world at a bound. The child's eye needs no horizon to its… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
The advice of a scholar, whose piles of learning were set on fire by imagination, is never to be forgotten. Proportion an hour's reflection… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
The drama embraces and applies all the beauties and decorations of poetry. The sister arts attend and adorn it. Painting, architecture, and music are… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
From numberless books the fluttering reader, idle and inconstant, bears away the bloom that only clings to the outer leaf; but genius has its… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
