Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, >>
Yesterday I went out at about twelve, and visited the British Museum; >>
All brave men love; for he only is brave who has affections to fight f >>
The jargon of these sculptors is beyond me. I do not know precisely wh >>
Sculpture is the art of the intelligence. >>
The marble not yet carved can hold the form of every thought the great >>
Every young sculptor seems to think that he must give the world some specimen of indecorous womanhood, and call it Eve, Venus, a Nymph, or any name that may apologize for a lack of decent clothing.