I Don't Like Persuaded Sitters. I Never

It Gives A Fellow An Awful Shiver To Hear The First Shovelful Of Dirt And Gravel Rattle Down Upon The Coffin; But After It Is Covered, It Falls Gently And Makes No Sound. The Feeling Of Rest Is Perfect. There's No More Nagging, No More Pain!

I Don't Like Persuaded Sitters. I Never Could Paint A Cat If The Cat Had Any Scruples, Religious, Superstitious, Or Otherwise, About Sitting.

You Can Always Draw As Well As You Know How To. I Flatter Myself That I Feel More Than I Express On Canvas; But I Know That Is Not So.

What Is Nobler Than A Man Wresting And Wringing His Bread From The Stubborn Soil By The Sweat Of His Brow And The Break Of His Back For His Wife And Children!

Elaboration Is Not Beauty, And Sand-paper Never Finished A Piece Of Bad Work.