Beauty Lies In Nature And Reveals, Once

Art Or Talent, For An Artist, Is Merely A Means Of Applying His Personal Faculties To The Ideas And The Things Of The Period In Which He Lives.

I Hope To Live All My Life For My Art, Without Abandoning My Principles One Iota.

I Have Never Seen An Angel. Show Me An Angel, And I'll Paint One.

Art Is A Wholly Physical Language Whose Words Are All The Visible Objects.

On The Left Is The Realist Tradition Of The 19th Century, With Its Impulse To Social Description, Radical Criticism And Meditation On Things As They Are... Culminating In Courbet At His Mightiest (the Studio, The Funeral At Ornans And A Portrait Of A Trout That Has More Death In It Than Rubens Could Get In A Whole Crucifixion).