Gazing On Beautiful Things Acts On My

Perfection Is No Small Thing, But It Is Made Up Of Small Things.

I Am Always Learning.

It Is Better Decoration When, In Painting, Some Monstrosity Is Introduced For Variety And A Relaxation Of The Senses And To Attract The Attention Of Mortal Eyes, Which At Times Desire To See That Which They Have Never Seen.

There Is No Tongue To Speak His Eulogy; Too Brightly Burned His Splendour For Our Eyes: Far Easier To Condemn His Injurers, Than For The Tongue To Reach His Smallest Worth. He To The Realms Of Sinfulness Came Down, To Teach Mankind; Ascending Then To God, Heaven Unbarred To Him Her Lofty Gates, To Whom His Country Hers Refused To Ope. Ungrateful Land, To Its Own Injury Nurse Of His Fate! Well Too Does This Instruct, That Greatest Ills Fall To The Perfectest. And 'midst A Thousand Proofs, Let This Suffice, That, As His Exile Had No Parallel, So Never Was There Man More Great Than He.

If People Knew How Hard I Worked At My Art, They Would Not Consider Me A Genius.