Mine Is The Horny Hand Of Toil.

The Thicker You Paint, The More It Flows.

I Hate To Paint Portraits! I Hope Never To Paint Another Portrait In My Life. Portraiture May Be All Right For A Man In His Youth, But After Forty I Believe That Manual Dexterity Deserts One, And, Besides, The Color-sense Is Less Acute. Youth Can Better Stand The Exactions Of A Personal Kind That Are Inseparable From Portraiture. I Have Had Enough Of It.

Every Time I Paint A Portrait I Lose A Friend.

Cultivate An Ever Continuous Power Of Observation. Wherever You Are, Be Always Ready To Make Slight Notes Of Postures, Groups And Incidents. Store Up In The Mind... A Continuous Stream Of Observations From Which To Make Selections Later. Above All Things Get Abroad, See The Sunlight And Everything That Is To Be Seen.

I Do Not Judge, I Only Chronicle.