"But the difficulty goes to confirm me in my belief that, except for portrait-busts, sculpture has no longer a right to claim any place among living arts.

It has wrought itself out, and come fairly to an end.

There is never a new group nowadays; never even so much as a new attitude.
Greenough (I take my examples among men of merit) imagined nothing new; nor Crawford either, except in the tailoring line.

There are not, as you will own, more than half a dozen positively original statues or groups in the world, and these few are of immemorial antiquity.

A person familiar with the Vatican, the Uffizzi Gallery, the Naples Gallery, and the Louvre, will at once refer any modern production to its antique prototype; which, moreover, had begun to get out of fashion, even in old Roman days." "Pray stop, Miriam," cried Kenyon, "or I shall fling away the chisel forever!" "Fairly own to me, then, my friend," rejoined Miriam, whose disturbed mind found a certain relief in this declamation, "that you sculptors are, of necessity, the greatest plagiarists in the world." "I do not own it," said Kenyon, "yet cannot utterly contradict you, as regards the actual state of the art.