Art Is A Shadow Of Divine Perfection.

The Hand That Follows Intellect Can Achieve.

Painting And Sculpture, Labour And Good Faith, Have Been My Ruin And I Continually Go From Bad To Worse. Better It Would Have Been For Me If I Had Set Myself To Making Matches In My Youth. I Should Not Be In Such Distress Of Mind.

To Know Each Other Is The Best Way To Understand Each Other. To Understand Each Other Is The Only Way To Love Each Other.

Art Lives On Constraint And Dies Of Freedom.

Perchance That I Might Learn What Pity Is, That I Might Laugh At Erring Men No More.