Their men and women are actual monsters from the point of view of the anatomist; and yet, after all, they are neither so ugly nor so ridiculous as might be supposed by those who have seen only the wretched copies so often made by our modern artists.

The wrong parts are joined to the right parts with so much skill that they seem to have grown there.

The natural lines and the fictitious lines follow and complement each other so ingeniously, that the former appear to give rise of necessity to the latter.

The conventionalities of Egyptian art once accepted, we cannot sufficiently admire the technical skill displayed by the draughtsman.

His line was pure, firm, boldly begun, and as boldly prolonged.