Blessed is the memory of those who have kept themselves unspotted from the world. Yet more blessed and more dear the memory of those who have kept themselves unspotted in the world. — 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
