Art First Of All Is Optical. That's

I've Come To The Conclusion That It's Not Really Possible To Help Others.

Two Sittings A Day Of My Models And I'm Totally Exhausted.

A Puny Body Weakens The Soul.

The Approbation Of Others Is A Stimulus Of Which One Must Sometimes Be Wary. The Feeling Of One's Own Strength Makes One Modest.

Everything Vanishes, Falls Apart, Doesn't It? Nature Is Always The Same But Nothing In Her That Appears To Us Lasts. Our Art Must Render The Thrill Of Her Permanence, Along With Her Elements, The Appearance Of All Her Changes. It Must Give Us A Taste Of Her Eternity.