Printer's ink is the great apostle of progress, whose pulpit is the press. [ Horace Greeley ]

The preacher aims by his eloquence at an archbishopric, the apostle makes converts; he deserves to get what the other aims at. [ La Bruyère ]

Art, not less eloquently than literature, teaches her children to venerate the single eye. Remember Matsys. His representations of miser-life are breathing. A forfeited bond twinkles in the hard smile. But follow him to an altar-piece. His Apostle has caught a stray tint from his usurer. Features of exquisite beauty are seen and loved; but the old nature of avarice frets under the glow of devotion. Pathos staggers on the edge of farce. [ Willmott ]