Critique By Creating.

I Have Never Felt Salvation In Nature. I Love Cities Above All.

Let It Be Enough For You To Have Bread And Live Virtuously And Poorly Like Christ, As I Do Here. I Live Meanly And Don't Bother About Life Or Honor ... And I Live With The Greatest Toil And A Thousand Worries. It Is Now About 15 Years Since I Had A Happy Hour.

No One Has Mastery, Before He Is At The End, Of His Art And His Life.

How Wrong Are Those Simpletons, Of Whom The World Is Full, Who Look More At... Color Than At The Figures Which Show Spirit And Movement.

Art Is A Shadow Of Divine Perfection.